Credit: Meridel Rubinstein, “Edith’s House” Critical Mass Exhibit The term “Critical Mass” means the smallest amount of fissionable...

In July a heat dome settled over Santa Fe and much of the southwest. On July 18 the temperature in town was recorded at 100 degrees. ...

Credit to: Frances E. Vandal The winds continued after the summer solstice, starting in the early morning and becoming stronger in the...

Credit: Frances E. Vandal Looking out the window pass my patio I can see the full moon rise over the old coyote fence, shining as it...

Every Friday at noon a small group of people stand on the four corners of Alameda and Guadalupe Streets near downtown. They stand on...

Credit to: Frances E. Vandal After the holidays, January’s dailiness, as a friend calls it, settled in Santa Fe. The tourists left and...

Three days after Christmas the historic storm traveling across the country brought snow and wind to Santa Fe. It included a snow squall...

Credit to: Frances E. Vandal The skies in Santa Fe are now more often gray and cloudy with occasional rain and light snow. The waxing...

Credit to: Frances E. Vandal Through my kitchen window I can see the waxing moon as it arcs across the sky. It is bright and nearly full....

Credit to: Frances E. Vandal Yesterday afternoon a friend and I met at Downtown Subscription, a local coffee bar near the Capitol. She...

Credit to: Frances E. Vandal Recently, the Potowatomi botanist and author, Robin Wall Kimmerer, spoke at the Institute for American...

Credit to: Frances E. Vandal After the fires came rains. Thunderclouds replaced the pyrocumulonimbus, what NASA calls the fire breathing...

Anthropology, what use are you in these days of singular, weekly visits to the market seeing only masked faces searching for a carton of...

In my loft A broken screen, dirty windows. A year later I still see the rooftops of the school across the street. No children or buses...

Kathy died on Wednesday, Nancy on Saturday. One from broken nerves, the other a broken heart. Still this morning the dog came in the dark...

I remember Pal, big and slow, his lowered head as I sat, my feet, toes pointed down in dusty sneakers, touching the middle of his belly...

On this morning's walk in the mountains by the river. A robin turning to look A gray squirrel chattering A black butterfly circling...

I saw Tamara the other day. The first time I met her, which was only a few months ago, she talked nearly the whole time about her...

My uncle Elmer came from a farm in Missouri. His face and hands were big, square and red. Before entering the army, he married my...

Walking along the rocky shore of Santa Cruz, and the fog rolling in, I remember seagulls gliding and swooping within its grey rolls,...