Sometimes “Respect” means not asking.

In July of 2018, I walked through some of the oldest histories of the United States. I was in Old Town Albuquerque, and the past was layered on thick. I talked with artists from the Taos/Acoma tribe inside a restored Spanish mission building. My lunch included a generous sample of red and green chili salsaContinue reading “Sometimes “Respect” means not asking.”