1 February 2019

Published January 30, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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Once more I’m ‘cheating’ and posting a tweaked version of an excerpt from my WIP “What the Heart Wants.” Many thanks to the real Bear Starfire for her input. 

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100


Her brother’s music transported Ruth to the time before the Indian agents spirited her away from her parents’ wigwam and forced her to attend boarding school. She was still Bear Starfire and Josiah was still Soaring Eagle. Neega laughed at their brother, Wolf Child’s antics. Ko’tha danced with Soaring Eagle around the fire while Bear Starfire and Moon Glow shared corncakes and laughter under the great expanse of sky.

            Like shooting stars their lights burned out too soon. Wolf Child had been taken to a boarding school with other children of the tribe. Only she and her Josiah were left.


123 comments on “1 February 2019

    • Dear Penny,

      As evidenced by my undying affection for the Beatles, certain ones in particular, music does carry us back. In all honesty I snagged the title from a line in a poem written by a Native American. It just seemed to fit. I’ve also used it for the title to the second half of What the Heart Wants. Thank you so much for your encouraging comments.



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    • Dear Violet,

      It seems to be my current soapbox…particularly because some of my characters in my WIP are Native Americans. The more I learn the history the harder it is to stomach. Thank you.




    • Dear Trent,

      The Carlisle Indian School was founded with the saying, “Kill the Indian. Save the child.” What’s wrong with this picture. The novel I’m in the process of writing spotlights some of the most heinous crimes imaginable. The most tragic thing about them, is that they didn’t spring from my imagination. They’re based on actual events. Thank you.



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  • Oh, dear Rochelle, this is soooo beautiful. I just want to sit and weep. It’s been such a long week… waging peace is far harder than waging war. I am bone weary with defending my people to ignorant and stupid people. This was a warm blanket and hot drink to my frigid soul this morning. Thank you, Jelli (BearStarfire)

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  • Beautiful writing, Rochelle. It has happened the world over, since time began. Think of English banning the use of Ireland’s native tongue, not allowing it to be spoken, just for one example. This prompt has stirred up a lot of painful memories.

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  • A great job of putting so much emotion in so few words. We need reminders of our own history from time to time lest we forget. I can’t wait to read your Work in progress. However, I’ll get the first printed copy anyway.

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  • There was one of those boarding schools still running the next valley over when I was a kid. I always thought it was weird. The people running it always acted like they were doing the native kids a favor. The kids looked like they’d rather be dead.

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    This ain’t cheating! It’s a little story within your bigger story and you did it beautifully. Our countries are both guilty of this horrible practice. An ugly part of our history, well told by you.

    Shalom and lotsa love,


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  • The heartache of history’s atrocities remains written in the very souls of those living now. Thank for this beautifully done piece.
    I’m copying here my own contribution (I write mine before reading anyone’s – the associations and scope of associations when I read others’ work later on, always is fascinating to me). I added it to the linky thingy already.

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  • The first time I read it – I liked the names and just felt an upbeat vibe with setting and culture –
    The second time I read it – I really felt the impact of the action and the second paragraph and this –
    ” Like shooting stars their lights burned out too soon”

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  • The taste of Indian culture felt so free and fun, so greatly contrasted with the end. Shattered lives. People always think they can define for another what ‘freedom’ is or who they should be. When it really should be up to the person themselves. On a larger scale, it ends up in political control.

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  • Rochelle,

    You went “Rochelle” on this one, as I suspected.

    This is what happens when you marry great writing to a history lesson. It’s always a journey to places that make us better for the trip. Thank you for that.



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  • Querida Rochelle,
    Oh, the tragedies placed upon people and documented for us through spoken tales or historic writing. You have again showed us in this superb account what happens to many.
    Well done … como siempre.😍
    Abrazos y Carino – Shalom,
    Isadora 😎

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    • Querida Isadora,

      Funny how we NEVER read these things in our textbooks in grade school, isn’t it? I don’t recall ever seeing a true depiction until the early 70’s in Little Big Man. Muchas gracias, mi amiga.

      Shalom y abrazos,



  • Dear Rochelle,
    This is a very true depiction of what has happened to indigenous people all over the world in the name of ‘civilizing them’. Who we are to decide and enforce this? The sad part is, that it continues to happen even today in subtle forms, in African and the Asian subcontinent.
    Thanks for reminding through your writing!

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  • This is another wonderful instalment from your WIP. It touches at the heart of the attitude towards indigenous people – that tearing away of culture and history. Emotional, moving work Rochelle. As always, you give humanity to these large, historical events

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  • It is sad what was done to Native Americans. There was nothing civil in the way English speaking people proceeded to “civilize” Native Americans by robbing them of culture, land, and language.

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