Pip watches intently as though monitoring our progress through the sixty miles from overpopulated Santa Fe to the little mountain town of Taos.
Blog Posts about New Mexico
Black Pip in the First Snowfall
The snowfall heralds real winter, even though our aspens are still golden, leading me to plan the season’s reading in the hope of more evenings spent quietly by the fire.
Black Pip in the Autumn Woods
I call him “The ambassador for Pit Bulls” since he is so gentle, and even walkers who have a prejudice against his kind sometimes let him approach.
Black Pip and Quan Yin
It has taken me all these years to begin to spare myself from battling reality, to begin to admit that certain human beings whom I love cannot love me, and that the leash around my neck is made out of links forged every time I battle this fact.
Smiles
We grimace, we grin, but how often during daily life does anyone give, or receive a smile?
Cleaning Out My Outhouse
I enjoy my outhouse because it is in my view transgressive. I enjoy transgressions and I miss the energy of evil… the shaking of the roots of our assumptions… in most of the contemporary fiction I read and even in a lot of the fiction I write.
Tear ‘Em Down, Slats and All
It was a revelation to me when I was lured back to Kentucky and saw the reverence people there felt for old houses—and how hard they would work to preserve them.
Broken Hearts and Puppy Dogs
Dillen ends with her arms raised high above her head, exhorting her audience, and particularly the women in her audience, to be shining stars, rising to shed our light on the parched and desolate landscape that surrounds us.
Mother’s Meatloaf Starter
I’ve been to a lot of pueblo ceremonials over the years, and this one was as impressive as all of them: huge crowds of dancers, including small children, the women in black mantas, wooden tablitas shaped like mountain tops, or clouds, the men bare chested, painted, with shell bandoliers across their chests, and kilts with swaying fox or coyote tails down the back.
Where Are We Now? Women in 2015 and a Half…
I have daughters-in-law, granddaughters and many friends who see no use in the women’s movement; this is partly due to privilege, lack of information, and our discomfort with ideas that are presented as being controversial.