OK, so we were hiding in the walk-in closet. But it was one heck of a lightning storm and these things turn Coop into a panting, shivering, heavy-coated, tri-color mass of terrified Australian Shepherd. Probably what turned him into a stray in the first place — before he ended up at the animal shelter, all …
Thanks, Winifred.
It was a dark and stormy afternoon.
Obituaries today for the famous editor John Carroll opened a window for me on late chapters of traditional newspapers and newsrooms. The lede on the Washington Post obituary said this: “John S. Carroll, who guided the Los Angeles Times, Baltimore Sun and Lexington Herald-Leader in Kentucky to Pulitzer Prizes and who was considered one of …
Frustrated and depressed after a recent attempt to write about politics and the New Mexico Legislature, I decided to head out on my evening walk and, in the process of gathering my gear — house key, hat and headlamp — was reminded how reliant I am on duck tape. The two — my frustration and …
Once upon a time, I was a teenager going to high school in Mill Valley, letting my hair grow long, smoking marijuana whenever I could, hitching rides in Twinkie wrapper-strewn cars with scroungy band members who became the Airplane, reading Kerouac and carrying a copy of Camus, heading to San Francisco for civil rights marches …
After reading this morning that there is such a thing in Santa Fe as a blue corn lavender doughnut, this is as close as I could come to having my own Santa Fe bagel down here in Placitas.
dream ranch 