I am not, by my nature, a revolutionary. I grew up in a relatively conservative family, flanked by a deeply evangelical Christian extended family from which my mother had passively extracted herself, and a silently secular fathers’ side, in which all cultural traditions were sacred as long as they involved food. My family and parents did not teach me to question the status quo, but to work hard within it to survive. And while my schools visibly engaged in progressive causes (mostly the preservation of salmon, trees, and Native land and culture), these were not presented to us as demands for change, but opportunities for my peers and I to superficially depict nature on paper, poster board, and canvas.
5 Nonfiction Books That Taught Me More Than My College Degree ???
Although I enjoyed college, I can now see that the education I gained there didn’t really benefit me in the real world. Those textbooks…