With mom out of town tonight, Dad and I went to dinner at Dion’s, a local pizza joint, and I enjoyed gleaning a few more nuggets from him about his past. He was the middle of three kids, which has been noted before, but I learned tonight that birth symmetry is a Welton attribute....
Read more →It was a Thursday morning, early, when Morton Roger Hollings tried to get out of bed, and his back locked up, leaving him virtually paralyzed. He asked the dogs to get him some ibuprofen or a thermal patch to heat his back, but they ignored him and tore up a cardboard microwave meal box...
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My sister’s family was invited by close friends to camp overnight at Chaco on a group site. Did I want to join them? Sure. Friday afternoon we drove out 550 from Albuquerque and on into Chaco Canyon and Gallo Campgrounds. We ate hot dogs and everyone socialized. We went to bed late, and Kristi,...
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“I See The Light”, by Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi, from the movie “Tangled”. I never saw the film, but I stumbled across this video a few weeks ago, and I’ve had to come back and listen to this again over and over. I love both Mandy and Zach’s voices single. And this song...
Read more →Waking to a late April morning that felt more like it was winter than like spring, it was a morning suited for staying in pajamas and reading. Having covered much of the New Mexico and early Comanche history I hoped to in the Gwynne book “Empire of the Summer Moon”, I read another 30...
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NOTE: This is a “shaping story” that I will probably update a few times as new flight details come to light. It was going to be a typical day for two exceptional women. One, that morning, was completing a short business trip in New York, and was happy to be heading home to Albuquerque...
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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....
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