And I know I'm supposed to feel guilty for wanting people to buy my books... and books in general? Novels and poetry they belong to the realm of art. How dirty of us to try to hawk art! But after a decade of hand-wringing and apologies I can't quite muster the guilt anymore.
To be selected was an honor and in respect of the family member chosen to run families held feasts and gave away prized beaver coats quilled tobacco bags and buffalo hides.
