Here below is the next-to-last page from Louise Erdrich’s Tracks, a novel I am teaching in first-year writing here at ASU. Such a beautiful bit of prose here in the voice of the narrator Nanapush. I was particularly struck by the sentence that begins “That’s when I began to see what we were becoming, ….”. Another reminder of how we are, to a degree, the tools we choose. See also below a poem of mine from last year on a similar topic.