She answered by standing and kissing him first and held his cheeks and closed her eyes and felt sure as bones and deep as blood that she had found her place.

Razo knew he was best at nothing, except maybe cramming two cherries into a single nostril.

Razo was sorely tempted to assert that all was true and he'd lost his horns and tail in a tragic childhood accident

She wore white heirloom lace about her throat And in her hair a bright golden feather A pearl like a plum hung ripe from her neck But her smile fetched ten gold together

Words can fall hard like a boulder loosed from a cliff. Words can drift unnoticed like a weed seed on a breeze. Words can sing.

Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.

Here's the thing about home: you can create it most anywhere, as long as you gather your people around you.