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 mother’s twin – Muriel Lore...

David was recently returned from the Vietnam War and had witnessed atrocities I’d heard happened there. He was from Louisiana though I didn’t know from where...

The day before Thanksgiving I decided to leave Santa Fe and drive to the village of Chinmayo twenty-five miles to the north.  Chinamyo begins the back road t...

October 2, 2018 As I write this open letter, inspired by the women of the #MeToo Movement, I am sitting near a river in the mountains of northern New Mexico....

I could hardly wait for the morning to arrive. When it did, it seemed I was awake much earlier than I had ever been before, and yet there was not a moment to...