In the midst of the confusion and chaos of this presidential race, I’m comforted by my daily walk to the pond.
It has taken me all these years to begin to spare myself from battling reality, to begin to admit that certain human beings whom I love cannot love me, and that the leash around my neck is made out of links forged every time I battle this fact.
There are moments in life that are so precious, so sweet, that years later they still ring like a set of silver chimes.
This spring, for the first time in my twenty-three years in Santa Fe, I will not be planting a flower garden.
Yes, indeed, I have a privy.