Often when I’m asked, with less and less surprise, why I moved to Santa Fe in 1991, I repeat the familiar explanations…
How Towns Are Divided
Fear knows nothing about physical distance. It’s always fear of the unknown, the unfamiliar.
Labor Day 2024
Screams of “Burn him! Burn him!” Friday night as the puppet went up in flames also burned what little is left of our understanding of the original meaning of Labor Day.
Goat Dressing at the Gay Rodeo
It almost seems, at least here in Santa Fe, that the presence and participation of gay people in public events have been folded into the omnipresent family culture…
Book Banning Begins at Home
I’m hoping that the individuals who object to my book may in some form or another communicate with me.
This Beautiful Weave
It strikes me that I have days like Sunday which seem to be a beautiful weaving of threads: red, blue, and all the other colors of the rainbow.
Death of a Pack Rat
I read somewhere that the world is divided between those who only care about family and friends and those whose empathy extends to include people far away, strangers, never to be included in the near and dear.
The Feast of Saint Stephen
As the old song says, “Ye who now do bless the poor/Shall yourselves find blessing.”
Christmas Miracle: Pip Is Completely Recovered!
It took six weeks and three trips to the vet after his savage attack but we just took the first hike since that happened…
Multispecies Entanglement
I’m witnessing a surge in big, old-fashioned weddings for those who can afford up to half a million dollars to rent tents, clubs, hire staff, and buy the necessary clothes.