I thought I’d left the safe shores of home with a mind open to all possibilities. But as I dipped my toes into the wider world, I quickly found myself in over my head. The time at Rosebud has shaped my career, and over the years I have been carrying the people of Rosebud in my heart.

I consider it my privilege to share respectfully my perceptions of the Rosebud Brule Sioux/Lakota people, who have become very important to me. I freely admit that I was completely unaware and unprepared for the Rosebud experience. When I learned where we were going, I did do some reading. The orientation pamphlet sent to me by the Indian Health Service did not begin to tell the real story.

Even while still working at the Indian Health Service hospital on the Sioux reservation in Rosebud, South Dakota, the staff frequently talked about sharing the remarkable stories of our Rosebud experience in 1973-1974. For fresh college graduates embarking on nursing careers in the context of a different culture, it was a Big Adventure. The backdrop of the American civil rights movement added to the drama and richness of these times. But soon life got in the way, with busy careers and raising families. Our friendships have endured. It’s pretty amazing that after all these years we still have such a bond.

So much history makes up the lifestyle, culture, and conditions in Rosebud that it is far beyond the scope of my memoir to include it all. The additional resource list offers an opportunity to expand one’s understanding of the history and culture.

-- Excerpted from the introduction of Magic and Tragic Rosebud

Any of the author's profit made from the sales of this book will be returned to the people of Rosebud.

You can learn more about the Rosebud Reservation by going directly to the source: the Rosebud Sioux Tribe,