Something was Missing in Our house for 1. It was like the first snowfall of winter: Cold And Silent. There was nothing but The music from...

For as long as I can remember, my mom braided my hair, Her fingers take my hair in three parts at the top of my head, she starts with a...

Long white whiskers, With sports socks, Full golden eyes Of curiosity. A blacktail Swishing to and fro Like a quill on paper As you...

All you need is a book . . . . Written by: Vivian Badoni You just need a book When the world is in a riot and The noise is too much....

Goodbye Santa Fe, We are going back to the sacred land of our people, Where the spirits dance and sing on the Snowcapped tops of San...