They're all the same-- the cop, the criminal, the defense, the prosecutor-- they all share a fundamental belief in the malleability of truth
I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise grew discouraged and traveled on.
some people fall right through the hole in their lives. It's invisible, but they come to it after time, never knowing where.
I tried to get away from him, to get to that door, but instead I backed up against the wall and was stuck there in that white, white room.
Then his head tipped down on his chest and he fell into the instant sleep of the ancient and the very young.
My mother is Turtle Mountain Chippewa, and she lived on her home reservation. My father taught there. He had just been discharged from the Air Force. He went to school on the GI Bill and got his teach...
It was enough just to sit there without words.
I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.
My grandfather was a persuasive man who made friends with people at every level of influence. In order to fight against our tribe's termination, he went to newspapers and politicians and urged them to...
I look down at my black Diablo, head on his paws. He is at my feet. He knows that he must trust to my forgiveness for his daily meat. So he wags his plumed tail and noses at my foot and I pat him gent...
They were so strong in their beliefs that there came a time when it hardly mattered what exactly those beliefs were they all fused into a single stubbornness.
Here I am where I ought to be.