This Texas Live Oak, looking sickly and wounded, having shed most of her leaves earlier than her cohorts, and stunted…
Navigating Texas Storms
Oh, these storms—literal and metaphorical. The shift in temperature and the salt air has come on the heels of increasing…
Home in Blanche—From Under the Avalanche
Southeast Texas has greeted me with heavy rains and heavier traffic. I’m having an asthma attack from weeds and mold…
Blacktop DNA: Getting the Road Out of My Blood
On Sunday, I drove around south-central New Mexico with my niece, running minor errands before the week began. We chattered…
Digging for Silver: Gratitude in Loss and Recovery
The ring above was bought for me by my mother in 1982 as I started college in Durango, CO. I…
Letting the Light In Again
I am settled again in a tiny park on a creek far from the sprawling North Platte river of Nebraska.…
Dallas Stopover: Transcendent Love or Perpetual Friendship
July 4, 2022 This city is largely uninspiring for me. Like the mountains, it feels confining. Its fast pace exhausts…
The Point of Trees
I want to climb this tree. This tree sits in the middle of the quiet (for now) loop in which…
Swimming in Joy: Fresh Water, Fresh Perspective
I feel like I’ve come out of a long, dark tunnel. I’m not referring only to the many days in…
Thoughts from a Dark Valley: Lenience as Trauma Response.
In these quiet, internet-free days, I continue to discover things about my past and myself that I have been avoiding.…