Memoir and Essays

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 partner...

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’...

David was recently returned from the Vietnam War and had witnessed atrocities I’d heard happened there. He was from Louisiana though I di...

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

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 ...

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...