Another unrealistic expectation of our men is that they should have all the answers.
A few weeks ago, I was introduced to the term “wounded masculine.” A newspaper article yesterday reminded me of it, and it’s a concept that circumstances could well push center stage. Read Full Post »
The solution lies in the concept of threeness.
Here I am, nosing around with numerology again. This time the object of inquiry is Paul Davis Ryan, the running mate of Mitt Romney. Read Full Post »
This is where the man’s hairy finger plunges down his throat to elicit a gag before he throws the book across the room.
I have been thinking a lot about men lately, in an analytical way. This was stimulated by the reading of a novel. Read Full Post »
Don’t force women to live in something that looks like a funeral shroud. It will become prophetic.
When I looked out onto the portal this morning, I saw a single, shimmering strand of spider filament extending many feet from a post to the trumpet vine on the coyote fence. It made me think about our problem with Iran. Read Full Post »
For several years, these characters shared space in the barn with my sister’s composting worms.
People keep asking how I came up with the idea for my novel, The Inheritance, and this is a good place to explain. Read Full Post »
I will definitely wave. We are now friends.
There are many things that make Santa Fe a colorful and charming city, including the men who sell the New Mexican at certain intersections. For example, there is the guy at Zia Road and St. Francis who will give away a paper if you can answer a trivia question posted on a bulletin board. Then there is the comic with the funny hats at St. Francis and Paseo de Peralta north. But best of all is John O’Donnell. Read Full Post »
It’s coming. We know it’s coming. We just don’t know when.
Another massacre has been committed by a man with an automatic weapon. The nation’s sympathy has been officially expressed. An investigation is underway. We are intensely engaged with the news. What’s it going to take to get us to do something about this? Read Full Post »
“God’s eye is in the sparrow, and I know He watches me.”
There was more kind of sad animal news in the newspaper yesterday, and it made me think of the power for good a preposition could have. Read Full Post »
Perhaps the truth of their mysterious funeral procession is very simple.
Someone recently emailed me a story about how two herds of wild elephants in a South African game preserve had formed a funeral procession in honor of the conservationist who had rescued them. It was so touching that it made me wonder. I did some research and found that it was all true. Read Full Post »
Everywhere cans and bottles—sometimes entire cartons of empty bottles–glittered in the sun. The highway was afflicted by Bud blight.
The monsoons have been generous in the area of the Galisteo Basin south of Santa Fe, and the range land is turning a blessed green. All along the highway grasses and wild flowers growing tall obscure the roadside litter. However, on a one-mile stretch near Estancia, New Mexico, it doesn’t matter that the land is still parched. That’s where my sister Kate walks with her Chocolate Lab. Read Full Post »