t’s October of 2019, and I’m determined to write a short story for submission to a writing contest. I haven’t given myself much time to meet the deadline. My intention is to write about a mother and daughter living in Chicago in the 1960s—my own childhood turf and era. They are Yanktonai Dakota, removed from an extensive kinship network on a Sioux reservation in North Dakota. The mother is wildly engaging,
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