Last weekend, my parents and I took a wonderful morning ride that rolled over into a full day trip, bringing us from Albuquerque to Jemez Pueblo, and then from there on up to Soda Dam, and then a drive through and stop at various points in and around the Valles Caldera National Park. Hungry...
Read more →When I was young in solitary play in a field of marigolds under the heat of a springtime sun I suddenly felt her breath on my neck and saw the smile in her deep warm eyes and smelled rose in her long curls of hair and felt the press of her palm in my...
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I planned to spend the evening reading and researching more in the Anza story, but like most evenings, after I came home from work, I did little productive for two hours. I picked up two books I thought it might be good to peruse for insights, but I gave up on both of them...
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I’m not writing as much as I’d like to, certainly. Life right now feels like a season of wandering, within and without. But at least I am trying to read some more again. Returning from the Arizona trip, though, my interest in the Anza project has returned, although I find myself frequently wondering why...
Read more →For the writer, one of the greatest tools in Resistance’s toolbox is reticence, and its perpetual challenge to one’s vulnerability. Reticence is a fantastic tool for Resistance because it keeps the writer perpetually self-monitoring and questioning their work- and in many cases, by highlighting where a particular admission or proclamation or illustration might open...
Read more →When he lumbered into the empty clinic, he was an anxious middle-aged man with his brown hair slathered back and stuck to his head, dressed in slacks and olive- and wine-striped polo. He was average in height but stocky, and he carried a young bull terrier that lay limp in his arms. “I don’t...
Read more →In a weekend of prolonged inner shadow, I sat down last night and finally opted to watch the Netflix movie I had had sitting around in the house since December 11, 2017: Silence. Sometimes I do that, for cloudy reasons- get a movie, and let it sit for months. In this case, I let...
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I was fortunate enough to have some time off available to burn at work, and an offering of generosity to nudge me to get me on the road the first weekend of March. About two weeks ago, a work colleague I talk regularly with about all kinds of sports let me know she and...
Read more →“All beginnings are hard.” So Chaim Potok begins his 1975 novel, “In the Beginning”. All beginnings are hard, but so are all endings. Yesterday, Tim’s 18 year-old cat, Rosencrantz, finally said goodbye after a pretty good run and a late fight with kidney issues. That’s a good age for a kitty. And being at...
Read more →If I had time off and the money, where would I go, someone asked me. Time off, and the money. I think about going quite a bit- mostly, I think, because I don’t. Fear has a way of needling me to stay put, to stay with the familiar, to stay where it is safe....
Read more →Basically my day was learning that the Corrs started recording again in 2015 after a ten year pause, and learning that Matt Scannell and Vertical Horizon had a new album coming out this week, and learning that Emily Blunt and John Krazinski have been married and have two kids, despite their careers, and having...
Read more →Church this morning was good. The pastor talked about service opportunities. The music featured an old hymn that I enjoyed. It also contained a modern song that had a verse like so: “You said, “Ask and I’ll give the nations to you” Oh, Lord, that’s the cry of my heart Distant shores and the...
Read more →When my dad was young, he said his mom used to send him to the store almost every day. The store was Smith’s, a family grocer across the street from Lincoln School. In those days, you had store credit, so his mother could ask him to go to store without money, and he could...
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Five years ago today, on February 23, 2013, the 16th-ranked UNM men’s basketball team, still under Steve Alford, headed to Colorado State’s Moby Arena for a first-place showdown with the #22 Rams. At 21-5, Colorado State had been surging and, just a game before, had enjoyed a six-game winning streak to tie New Mexico...
Read more →Every hero has a weakness. Every icon has a fault. Every human has failings. If you will revere a human, recognize that someone else just won’t. They’ll delight to find a flaw in your favorite and shout it around just to see him fall. It’s always easier to flatten giants by shouting facts about...
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As a child, I was raised as a Southern Baptist. As a young adult, he helped me to choose to remain one. He was above politicking and partisanship, above heavy-handedness and religious histrionics, above sensationalism and celebrity worship, above glad-handing and condescension. He loved God. He loved Christ his Savior. He loved the Gospel....
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