I’ve never put much stock in a “New Year.” Changing a calendar from one year to the next is no…
Tiny Treasures on Follet’s Island
REPOST: Originally published on KC Beach Scribbles, 29 March 2019 It’s early spring—wildflower season in Texas. This is our answer…
Hyper-Independence: Waiting for the Thaw
Ice is pattering softly on Blanche’s roof. I dread having to walk Sam today and I worry my little egg…
Reviewing Rage: Recognizing Courage
I have made multiple versions of this blog entry. They have ranged from near-confessional to raging to optimistic. I’m not…
Timing and Truth: Hearing the Voices That Matter
Sometimes, it just isn’t the right time. During my thesis defense, committee members said, “Get it out there. Move on.”…
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.…
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…
To Sea: Feet & Hope in the Surf
I feel like I’ve come to life for a moment. Hopefully several moments. I want to work. I want to breathe and accomplish things.