A sparkle. A glimmer. A sense. Follow it.
My kid and I wandered into a Lewis and Clark museum to learn about the history and specifically the locale. Alongside the Columbia River, the museum had a vast 40-foot high foyer, a set of beautiful windows with a view of the Columbia River. As we meandered through the exhibits, we began to notice how the story was being told – the suffering of those on the expedition itself, the use of weapons, the cold, the loss of life, and what they discovered on their journey, with a very small reference to the natives that helped them including Sacagawea, who was 16 years old (and had a baby on her back), and the wife of a 46-year-old man. I left the museum with a strong sense of the heroism of Lewis and Clark and a curiosity about the untold stories of the Indigenous people they encountered along the way. What are the stories we choose not to tell?