For most of Grandfather’s neighbors and friends, memory of the communes is sharp and sour. We have yet to sweeten it.
Blog Posts about New Mexico
I find my solace in all my familiar places, none more familiar, or more comforting, than the Country-Western songs I listen to on KUNM or KSFR.
Many of us come to New Mexico to visit and find ourselves over weeks or months deeply engaged.
I’m honoring the day by writing about the businesses here in Santa Fe that are owned by women, said to be somewhere around forty percent.
We rounded up men who had committed no crimes, on suspicion only. We are doing it again.
On Wednesday, the Santa Fe City Council passed, unanimously, a resolution reaffirming our status as a Sanctuary City and spelling out exactly what this means.
I’ve found a solution to these times that will work for me, and perhaps be helpful to all of you. It’s the example of the hummingbird.
Seton’s animals remind me of how essential that bit of wildness is to us, not only in the precious few wild animals nearby but as an essential bit of our own souls.
Even now with our country in a state of hysteria over the goings on in Washington, we can’t seem to summon the will, or the skill, to write plays—or fiction, or poetry, or paint, or sculpt—in ways that would be relevant to our crisis.
These are my favorite photos of the last year, with links to their blog posts (if any)—Sallie Little brother made up for Christmas play, my next book…: This Writer’s Life The Pond, Santa Fe, NM: Over the Hills and a Great Way Off The Little House on the Prairie: The Little House on the Prairie