As I begin reading the collection of nineteenth-century Stiles letters that may provide the core of my next book, I’m brought reluctantly to remember two long ago incidents when loneliness pushed me closer to belief.
Blog Posts about My Family
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.
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.
Multispecies Entanglement
I’m witnessing a surge in big, old-fashioned weddings for those who can afford up to half a million dollars to rent tents, clubs, hire staff, and buy the necessary clothes.
I’m Thankful For….
As our first snow fell here in the southern Rockies, my granddaughter asked me why I moved to Santa Fe 35 years ago.
Moving at Sheeps’ Pace
Thinking about Tierra Wools’ herd of sheep moving from their summer in the highlands here, reminds me of the two orphan lambs I raised in Kentucky when I was growing up.
The Ms. Book
It arrived yesterday, a large, heavy, hardbound anthology of fifty years of writing from Ms.
A Summer Romance
Now with the summer coming to an end, I’m remembering what Labor Day meant to me growing up: the dispersal of the summer community.
Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story
In the middle of all the shouting about the Barbie movie and the millions, if not billions, Hollywood plans to make, it’s worth remembering that there was an earlier, much earlier, independent video.
California Dreamin’
It’s no longer just the perfectly proportioned who wear thongs on the beach; the size of some of the buttocks on display is awe-inspiring.