Memorial Day, commenced in 1866 as Decoration Day, was at first specifically meant to honor the Confederate dead; when it became a national holiday in 1921, it was renamed to honor the dead in all our wars, another effort to erase differences and commodify mourning.
Wolf Pen at Twilight
A community limited to those who look like us will never be a community, which can only be formed through an amalgamation of differences and the necessary level of trust.
Chaco
I loved the baldness of my visit last weekend to Chaco: sleeping on the ground, during two nights in May when the temperature dropped into the thirties, was an ordeal of amazing benefits.
Spring, Not Trump
I dig a hole and add my load, closing it over with a prayer, as well as more dirt: that I, too, my be more happy, considering my extraordinary good luck in just about all areas of my life: work, love, family, friends, health…
Digging in the Dirt
Emigdio introduced us to the day by reminding us of what we may hear often but seldom observe: the sacred and essential nature of Mother Earth, and the need to play, not work, at restoring her native plants to her while loving her with all our hearts.
My Wild
We must find a way—we women who must claim our wild.
Sugar Nymphs
The bistro is always full with what I’ve come to call Refugee Tourists: men and women of a certain age who look to be fleeing from highways, motels, retirement homes, fast food, and who knows, maybe even from Donald Trump.
Saved
Has this box come to me as a necessary interruption, a reminder, as a Zen teacher said, that our plans are never as tasty as reality?
Finding Readers in Other Countries
If I have been able to touch one of them with stories that mean so much to me, I will feel my long years of work as a writer are worthwhile.
Greatauthoritis
A novel about the struggles the individual always faces in an engaged life… and a novel based on a lived life but moving beyond autobiography into art.