A wise interviewer asked me yesterday what I hoped to achieve through the presentation of my two current books…
Loving the Bad Boy
How often have we witnessed in our own behavior, in others’ or in literature, what seems to be women’s archetypal empathy for the bad boy?
Gold
At this time of year and on till the end of October, the hills around Santa Fe are heavy with gold hunters, carloads of people who want to look at the gold leaves on the Aspens.
Where Are the Religious Leaders
I may have missed their presence at the demonstrations that have been happening all over the country, most recently in Louisville, Kentucky, but I doubt it.
Starting Something
I attended some of those early meetings, since my then-husband was one of the founding group, but I don’t remember venturing an opinion. In those days, the opinions of young women weren’t usually regarded.
Intemperate
We are riven, today, not only by righteous concerns for justice on all levels but by the need to express those concerns in very loud voices
Rage
Whether it’s black rage or white rage—justified or not—rage makes me uncomfortable.
There Was an Old Woman Tossed up in a Basket
What we are all obliged to do now: to join in sweeping the cobwebs. There is a little time and a little space, provided by the pandemic, for such a sweeping…
The Best of the Best: Small Town Newspapers
This past week brought about the demise of the Los Alamos Monitor here in New Mexico, done away with by its owner Landmark, with the usual excuses about declining advertising.
Train Me
Yesterday morning Pip and I started on a new adventure: our first obedience class.