Seldom has a book caused me to change my mind… but D.H. Lawrence’s Sea and Sardinia changed me.
How blessed I am to leave near a little spot in the desert that deserves, and is given, its very own ode.
When I saw the Century Plant blooming in my dooryard garden yesterday morning, I remembered the letter Sido wrote to her son-in-law, Colette’s husband, turning down his invitation to come for a visit.
I have lived here for twenty-seven years, and in all that time, I’ve felt and seen a slow progression in state politics toward justice.
Burning to prevent burning produces unwelcome results… even in the face of wildfires, we may do our forests a favor by leaving them alone.
As always with a big new project, the day of reckoning comes at last.
By now we all know that the discrimination that afflicts one group afflicts all of us.
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
The excitement of the season plus a few flush-inducing angers led to one of my rare sleepless nights, here in the mountains north of town.
Our blue bubble here in New Mexico may be where we are all heading as we fight our way our of this crisis.