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‘Christ’ will always be in Christmas

It’s hard to believe that it’s December! It feels more like summertime. If it weren’t for the decorations on the town’s street lights, you wouldn’t know it was Christmas. This year it has been interesting to watch the global issues that affect every human being – immigration, religion, the economy, politics, people

Holiday greetings

As 2015 draws to a close, I would like to extend a sincere thank you to our loyal staff for helping make our progress possible this year with the support of Tribal members. Our staff members worked very hard all year – now let’s take this time to relax with

Zen and the art of Big Cypress fishing

Back in the early 1950s, Big Cypress Seminole Reservation was still undisturbed wilderness. Many water birds were abundant: curlews, iron heads, blue herons, diver ducks, mallards, different types of egrets. Turkeys and deer were plentiful. The season’s change would bring in the rains, which cause the Everglades to have flowing water

Seminole ‘Cowboys’

Editor’s note: On Sept. 3, 2015, National Public Radio (NPR) published an article titled "The Indian Cowboys of Florida," referring to the Florida Seminole Indians. It was a Q-and-A between NPR writer Linton Weeks and Florida Department of State Director of Communications Meredith Beatrice. The story contained errors of fact,

Questions for the President: Cigarettes

Question: How much time have you spent, both as Chairman and now as President, on the cigarette issue? Mitchell Cypress: How many years have I served in the capacity as President or Chairman? Sixteen? The cigarette issue is always on the table. Q: The law known as Protecting Florida’s Health Act included

Big Wind: Fub le che cho bee

Fub le che cho bee season is here. Seminoles say that the Big Wind is a female passing by. You must refrain from whistling or blowing into objects that make a sharp sound such as bottles or flutes. If the Big Wind hears these sounds, she will come toward you with

From the mailbox, a poem to share

Once in a while I receive mail from different people around the world; this letter you see was sent to me a few days ago from Saundra J. Banker, in Salisbury, Pennsylvania, and I’d like to share. "State Road 7" 1957, heading South for Florida’s heaven ... anticipating surf and sun, thinking

Sleep with your head to the East

At an early age, my mother would get me out of bed in the morning to wash my face and rinse my mouth. She made me turn my body toward the rising sun. She would say, "Breathmaker has given you another day on earth. Be thankful and say Sho-naa-bish (thank you)

Back in the saddle again

First of all, I would like to go ahead and thank everybody who gave me support for my return back to politics. Also I would like to congratulate all the seniors who graduated this year from school and remind them that no matter what field they choose, Seminole Tribe and

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