Frank.

Better than Andrea.

An Aboriginal Confederation

Many, many years have gone by since my last journal entry. Reading it now, I remember stating how I was a freak and how the Shawnee tribe would never learn to respect me. I was certainly wrong. Allow me to explain. About an year after writing that first entry, I fell into a fire and many of my family members considered me dead. However, I was actually put into a trance.. Read More

Dissatisfied

January, 1805 Journal Entry #1 I am writing to express my frustrations with my life. I am a Native American, and a “member” of the Shawnee tribe. I write quotes around the word ‘member’ as it certainly doesn’t feel like I am a part of the tribe. My life was unfortunate since as long as I can remember. My father was killed in a battle at Point Pleasant before I.. Read More

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