This will be my last column because my eyesight is not good enough these days. I have to write in 20-point to see the words and letters. I’ll keep this short.
I want to thank my readers and the people I have met and wrote about. I have said what I thought needed to be said. I have written about climate change, President Donald Trump, immigrants, and Congress. Some things have been left unsaid. And that’s something other writers will have to tackle if they so wish.
Most of all, I have written about the accomplishments Native people have done in their lives. I applaud their work.
My essays and opinions have been met with kindness and agreement and some have been negatively received. But that comes with the territory of being a writer. I make no apologies. The conclusions I reached in my life have been there for a long time and did not come easily and quickly.
I think at the age of 76, one should stop trying to save the world from itself. There is nothing harder than seeing changes come about slowly and with much pain and suffering. As journalists, we do our best to chronicle the world around us as it happens. I am glad to have had this opportunity to offer my thoughts on those events.
I have always looked upon writing as an art form and as in the world of artists, writing evolves, too. It gets better with time and involvement in it.
There are other things to do and I will endeavor to do them for as long as I can. I am involved in art and that will continue to be a big part of my life. Writing has been a passion. And I am happy to say I wrote as much as I can about anything and everything. Again, thank you everyone.