I woke as I often have, reviewing past relationships and thinking ahead to my own death. This is not moribund. I am used to it, not alarmed. I have so far survived heart disease and two cancers and, since it’s too late to do much about it, tend to excuse my narcissism. I’m not sure …
Soon after I got carried away tweeting about water this morning, a fellow tweeter in Santa Fe spotted smoke rising from the Pecos Wilderness in the Sangre de Cristo mountains. I was still savoring coffee in Placitas, watching birds and enjoying the first morning in nearly a week free of wildfire smoke from southern Arizona …
The last thing I read last night, sitting up late, waiting out the wind, was Larry Calloway’s account of his trip with a daughter to Mississippi. He called it “A Tale of Two Stairways.” The superficial reason for the title was his discussion of two circular staircases. But Larry usually climbs higher. The staircases both …
It’s tough being Albuquerque, although it often shines at the same time. Here we are in early October with the softer fall light sharpening some of the clearest days of the year. The balloon fiesta is in full swing, with thousands of visitors in town, and then the Albuquerque Journal greets you on Sunday, with …
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