I am Cherokee, Creek, and Lakota, through my mother's line, with the usual Southern nuances, and Sicilian through my father's line. My second dad is Appalachian Anglo-Cherokee, and both of my fathers were (are still) Marines.
The Cherokee are matriarchal, and I claim the right of self-definition, and so I have chosen the Native path, since it speaks most closely to the song of my heart.
When I go to powwows or other intertribal functions, no one asks me about blood quantum. What part of you is this or that. The heart knows the heart.
In the same way, when I order pasta with meatballs, a little salad, and some canoli, and say molto grazi(e), people smile, albeit my below-shoulder length hair.
We are all from somewhere, going somewhere. The right here and the right now are the past we can't forget and the future we can't see, so I think we should fuss less and eat more.
And get some extra sauce and hushpuppies, al dente, of course.