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Denise E Lindquist
Bio
I am married with 7 children, 27 grands, and 12 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium weekly.
Stories (695/0)
The Ugly Duckling
When I was in middle school, I would be teased for no other reason than being Native American. My skin color was not much darker than others, my cheek bones and facial features are a bit different than the typical Caucasian and that is it. I believe to this day that the border town I grew up in was one of the most racist places I have ever lived. A border town is one that is located next to Native American reservations. The town I grew up in was close to three reservations. To this day, I would not live there and I will visit there only when necessary.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Humans
Laughter Yoga
In my Anishinabe culture our first two medicines are considered tears and laughter. We are born and then we cry. Four or five months later we laugh. Both are very important healing medicine. I first heard the song from Timbuk 3 at least 10 years ago, maybe more.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Psyche
A Bit About Me
My introduction at the top is in the Ojibwe language. I am an Anishinabe (Native American) woman from Minnesota. I said "Hi, how are you, my name is running fox with the stars (it is an abbreviated name and the stars is all of you), I am bear clan, I am from the White Earth Nation." I am not a fluent speaker but grew up to know that there were basics that we could use in an introduction. I was enrolled at White Earth, removal Fond du Lac. I am an elder in my tribal community since approximately age 55. I am 67 now, and will be 68 in January of 2022. I am a woman in long term recovery and what that means for me is that I have not used drugs or alcohol in 41 years.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Journal
The Protector
When I was a young preteen girl I got a job babysitting. My cousin was a regular babysitter for this couple who had one child. The child was a little girl they called Dolly. I was excited to earn some money as I had only ever watched my younger siblings and was not paid for that.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Confessions
Rhyming and Grieving
A poem a day in February is grief work for some. Just like working with clay will be good for some and welcome. One month a year is enough as it clears away some tears. I especially loved the laughter that accumulates over time, like from one or two or three years!
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets
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