My path to college began in utero, when my mother, who recognized my potential early on, placed headphones on her growing abdomen and played the symphonies of Beethoven. As an infant, I showed a precocious proclivity in mathematics and language arts, and when most of my peers were sticking their fingers in paint I was already reciting certain of Shakespeare’s shorter speeches, with particular emphasis on The Scottish Play and the Dream. My musical talents were no less arresting. I stood out in Music Together class as the only child consistently on beat with my stamping and clapping, and later was told by the teacher of the class that I was uncommonly gifted, and hence eligible for advanced work in rhythmic dance.
Love Medicine
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Detail of beadwork from an Ojibwe medicine pouch
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