Perhaps others that read this have the same dilemma. I know who I am, but I don't know what I am. My skin is white (as in Caucasian) yet I have a great deal of Native American blood in me.

My parents traced our genealogy back to the late 19th century and another relative traced it back to the American Revolution (a Cunningham was an officer on one side or the other, we don't know which). But that was only half of my heritage. The family name is British, which is probably a combination of Irish and Scottish ancestry.

My Mother knows that her Father (which left her Mother when my Mother was still young) was Native American, but she does not know if he was 100 percent Native American or slightly less. He lived on a reservation when he died, that much we know. Her Mother was an unknown mix as well, with some Native American blood. Which tribes are involved, I'll never know.

I suppose I will never know exactly what I am. I guess it doesn't matter. I am who I am, and what I am is not as important as what I will be or, or strive to be, in the remaining years of my life.