I was born in the gulch of Bisbee, Arizona to a pair of hippies. My maternal grandmother can see the future and my paternal grandfather says we’re descended from Donegal selkies. I’ve built a long tent with Nez Perce and Umatilla elders, co-wrote a Native Outreach Program for Whitman College, and dropped out of university in Ireland. Professionally, I have shot muskets for the Park Service, written a historical brief on Indigenous law systems for the 9th District Court of Appeals, and spent a year in prying blackberry hearts from the prairies of Thurston County.

This is what I write about, and more.