It wasn’t the ideal weekend for us to get together, but it worked out great anyways. At least it did for me. Steve was in town for the sorrowful reason of seeing his wife’s father laid to rest. The service completed on Friday (well-attended and honored by the words of his children), Steve had...
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While I’ve scribbled in notebooks and on computer hard drives for years, there was really just one time that I made a concerted effort to really try “that writing thing” sort of seriously. It was a good experiment. When I was a junior in undergrad at UNM, I ended up taking a creative writing...
Read more →When I was a boy, for some reason Aunt Ruth liked me. Aunt Ruth was, in reality, my father’s aunt, but to the rest of our family, that was her name, and she fit a bit of the Welton mold: she was a strong-minded and strong-willed woman who was fiercely independent and, common to...
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I’ve been pretty fortunate throughout my life. Instead of being born in Liberia or in Croatia or in Palestine, I somehow drew the lucky stick to fall out into this world in the United States. I made the cut to hit the tail end of the 20th century, and I also drew the middle...
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Today was a good day, although it started with the sky so melancholy that it quietly cried for a spell before the sun fully awoke and worked on cheering everyone up. I got up during its sadness and felt fall chill throughout the house and pet the kitties before I headed to church and...
Read more →This morning, I needed to write, and I wasn’t sure about what, so I have sat here looking around in a little coffee shop downtown, across from the UNM campus. It’s a converted house that is loosely filled with mix-and-match tables and chairs. The wood floors are nice. The walls are white or soft...
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