WHERE’S MY SHIP? By Marilyn Armstrong

I was out in Arizona talking to a Blue Corn Navajo lady who made jewelry. She had carefully given me her tribal affiliations and all I had to say was "Eastern European Jewish," which lacked panache. I don't seem to have much of an ability to show a lot of dash in casual conversation. Whatever … Continue reading WHERE’S MY SHIP? By Marilyn Armstrong

ARE YOU WATCHING FOR YOUR SHIP? – Marilyn Armstrong

I was out in Arizona talking to a Blue Corn Navajo lady who made jewelry. She had carefully given me her tribal affiliations and all I had to say was "Eastern European Jewish," which lacked panache. I don't seem to have much of an ability to show a lot of dash in casual conversation. Whatever … Continue reading ARE YOU WATCHING FOR YOUR SHIP? – Marilyn Armstrong