Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am… — Sitting Bull Copy Share Image
My day-old son is plenty scrawny, his mouth is wide with screams, or yawny; His ears seem larger than he's needing, His… — Richard Armour Copy Share Image
“I watch the way her skin becomes red from the cold. The way her hair blows around in the breeze. She tucks… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
