I’ve never put much stock in a “New Year.” Changing a calendar from one year to the next is no…
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…
Birds & Broken Hearts. Pelicans & Productivity.
(Top left clockwise: Least Bittern, Barn Owl, Starling nestling, Second year, Brown pelican, Ruddy duck female) “Here I am. Here…
Ether Or: Dark to Light Ruminating
Once more in electronic darkness and I am thinking of capricious time. How quickly the last six months have passed…
Craving: Reassembling in Fog
Bear with me. It has been a rough couple of weeks but there is light at the end of this…
The Unsubscribe Button is a Delusion: Survival & Concession as a Single Woman of a Certain Age
I’ve been contained in a valley of Wi-Fi, 5G, and visible spectrum shadows for five days. I can walk a…
Obligation: Buzzing around Blanche
This second week of March, 2022, marks two years since I moved out of the beach house my ex-husband and…
Night Shift: The Anxiety of Staying Put
Last night, the world was silent, still, and dark in the state park I camped in with Sammy, Blanche, and…
Capturing Eruptions: Examining Catharsis Again
My poetry was recently described by a friend as “[capturing] the moment feelings erupt.” That striking (and much appreciated) description…
Writing in a Mobile Age: A Dinosaur Learns a New Trick
I am fifty-seven. I grew up in a time of pencils, ballpoints, fountain pens, and typewriters. I have, in the…