The last few days have brought me into contact with four extraordinary people… this seems amazing.
In times like this, I’m grateful that—so far—Santa Fe has been spared, and perhaps the closing of our neighboring national forest will prevent disaster.
We don’t know how to behave in the woods.
I believe in books printed on paper, and a lot of others do too.
I am blessed to have, in my life, several sanctuaries, one of which I am able to visit daily, the others at least once a week.
Not Women’s Month or Women’s Day but Women’s Time—Our Time—long overdue but come at last.
I believed that this hillside I walk past every day would remain desolate, the first evidence in my life of global warming.
By now we all know that the discrimination that afflicts one group afflicts all of us.
There was a magic in the pretty Mary and her shiny blue gown next to the tall Joseph with his staff.
Local, organic produce is of the blessings of our age—which at times seems cursed.