This broken fragment means more to me than the vaunted collections of art I’ve seen in many museums, here and all over the world—this humble evidence of respect for handiwork and the human need to embellish.
Shooters
How often have those of us—and there are many—whose sharp intelligence and ambition have not provided an escape from unresolved psychological problems found a route to normalcy through intellectual achievement and acceptance?
When We Work Together
Probably, these two women don’t know each other but they share certain defining characteristics: age, wisdom, and a recognition that the earth is our mother.
Red-Headed Man
I am proud of the Red-Headed Man.
A Dream Deferred
I was unable to move through my bitter disappointment that my original dream, dependent on a man, had collapsed.
My Bear
She’s not my bear, she’s certainly not my friend, but I am very happy to share my porch with her.
Gold
At this time of year and on till the end of October, the hills around Santa Fe are heavy with gold hunters, carloads of people who want to look at the gold leaves on the Aspens.
Loving Indians
One of the saddest effects of COVID for me is the closing of our neighboring eighteen northern pueblos, especially as we are in the summer season of harvest dances.
Hats
The Peruvian hat makers shown in this film made by Erica Nguyen, a fellow at the Women’s International Study Center here in Santa Fe, are part of an ancient tradition.
Summer Evening
After supper on these warm evenings in Santa Fe, my dog Pip usually insists on a walk.