Two years shy of my thirtieth birthday, but anticipating I made a pilgrimage to an old family friend living on the Pine Ridge Reservation of the Lakota Sioux in South Dakota. On his kitchen table, the former Vietnam veteran, school superintendent, medicine man, Basel Braveheart had splayed open C.G. Jung's Red Book. The landscape, the smell of horses and sage, comes to mind as I read the vivid account On the Rez by Ian Frazier, a gift of my mother. She did, after all, take on two foster teenagers while we lived for a year on the Rez when I was just the age of my daughter, turning four. We read because of who curates the canon for us. After a 19-mile walk from Boston to Concord Free Library, I snapped a picture of Henry David Thoreau's drawing of the phallic fungus in Gay American History: Lesbians and Gay Men in the U.S.A. a documentary by Jonathan Katz. While my wife Emily (B.A. '03, MSW '12) drives over the Tappan Zee bridge, I do my best audiobook voice
Leg Squat blog welcomes you to a growing portfolio of middle school fairytales and young children stories. See the archive for articles related to Prophetic Nuclear Disarmament or Prayer Against Torture. The title is a play on the combined meanings of the prefix Leg- (Latin legere) to gather, choose, pluck, read: lectern, lecture. Squat. -n. The lair of a hare.