Lummi Mothers Day

Today, on mother's day eve, I had a lovely day strolling and shopping alone with my sweet baby girl. First we took the long way to the public market because I couldn't figure out what to do with such freedom on a sunny day. Then we ate pizza and fresh squeezed juice. Then we started shopping for some moms in my life. Upon approaching Railroad Ave, we saw the usual sights and sounds; prostitutes, gang bangers, crack kids, etc. While looking at some sun-dresses outside of mad-hatter, I noticed someone wanting to see my sweet baby girl. It was of course the usual, stereo-typical person on railroad avenue who wants to see your sweet baby girl, a drunk indian woman. My first instinct was to smile and nod my head and move on. But she persisted and because she seemed so young, I lingered. She wanted me to know that if I really wanted her (my sweet baby girl) to love me than I should look into her eyes when I nurse her. "Trust me" she said, "It works". She had fed many babies their bottles on "cradle boards" while looking in their eyes, and they still love her to this day. This was a magical holy moment, I swear, and everything on Railroad froze and became quiet. I realized that here I was receiving real-live native knowledge that I keep wanting to hear and write about in my Fairhaven papers. And she is looking in to my eyes and telling me to look into her (my sweet baby girl) eyes and I am overwhelmed by the heaviness of her old presence. 200 years ago she would have been walking down Railroad Ave. high on life and camas bulbs with her baby- on her "cradle board" looking straight into her eyes. Well, let me tell you- while I live in Bellingham, I'm gonna be looking straight into my sweet baby girl's eyes.
As the day progresses we found ourselves at the Blackdrop- because they were open, because they have the best coffee in town, and because they have couches that you can lay your sweet baby girl on while you read a book on monastic rules and sip doppios over ice. It was there I discovered a poster that had this website www.bsofcomics.com. And I realized my true vocation. I think I would make a good nerd, really I think I have it in me. And they meet twice a week and I could bring my sweet baby girl there and discuss my latest comic strip. Now, I haven't actually wrote a comic, but I'm pretty sure its my destiny- seriously- next time you see me ask me about my comic strip.
We sure screwed over the Lummis...