It was with a feeling of gratitude and relief that I went Sunday to the Tesuque Pueblo traditional dance.
Blog Posts about New Mexico
Time in the wilderness is essential to my soul.
The price exacted by a culture determined to keep us in our place is high. It has always been high and I think it may always be high.
May we all sail into the fall, feathers ruffled, but still gliding ahead.
I hope the day never comes when I am dead to adventure.
I’m honoring an ancient tradition which probably predates the negative connotations of the eclipse and of the moon herself.
An escape, a refuge, to write my next two books seemed not a luxury but a necessity…
For me, a worthy emblem of smallness is the Las Vegas, New Mexico newspaper, the Optic.
Would it matter if women or members of minorities were working in executive positions at Los Alamos or any of the other dozen or so bomb factories scattered throughout our country?
No longer subject to colonization and condescension, have we found our landscapes, at last?