Anpotowin Jensen

May 9, 2024 | anthroposphere.co.uk | Anpotowin Jensen

On a June day in 2006, my little sister and I were in the backseat of an old Chevy, watching my Ina drive around the Oglala Nation Powwow grounds. Ina means life giver; she is my mother. It was the golden hour of the day, late afternoon, and the sun glistened through the tops of the trees. We were scoping out giant cottonwoods. I was nine, and my sister was six. Our feet still did not reach the floor of the car.