She is, she told me, a professional long-haul truck driver, steering eighteen-wheelers with enormous trailers across big swatches of this county.
Umbrella
For my daily walk I borrowed a big black umbrella. But—how to open it?
Throwing Apples at Indians
Every time I ride the Southwest Chief East or West from Lamy, New Mexico—my preferred way of traveling—I meet at least one fascinating fellow traveler.
King’s Day
When I listened to Dr. King’s speech on NPR Sunday night, I was moved by the great power of his church-trained voice as well as by his revolutionary message.
A Drop of Pure Joy
A few weeks ago, my beloved dance studio threw its bi-annual Showcase, an afternoon of dance performances by students and teachers for our own pleasure and satisfaction after a lot of hard work and many lessons.
Death of a Pack Rat
I read somewhere that the world is divided between those who only care about family and friends and those whose empathy extends to include people far away, strangers, never to be included in the near and dear.
The Feast of Saint Stephen
As the old song says, “Ye who now do bless the poor/Shall yourselves find blessing.”
Christmas Comes but Once a Year…
I have such blissful memories of the Christmases of my childhood, first and foremost the firm insistence on going to church Christmas morning.
Christmas Miracle: Pip Is Completely Recovered!
It took six weeks and three trips to the vet after his savage attack but we just took the first hike since that happened…
Azim’s Bardo
In the tumble of donated books in the Little Free Library, I saw one with a title that spoke to me: From Murder to Forgiveness: A Father’s Journey by Azim Khamisa with Carl Goldman.