They are so beautiful, the young people—from press photos, largely young women—who marched through the streets of our cities and towns Saturday demanding crisis responses to climate change.
Spanish Market and the Triumph of Craft
These staring female saints, these progressing pilgrims, are as far as can be imagined from the images in European churches—or even in the “white” churches of the northeast.
Burning the Forest
What is it in men that delights in lighting fires?
Nearly Lost
The first issue, of course, is to level the playing field so that women have the same opportunities for education and performance as men.
The Work of Rose B. Simpson: Woman Warrior
Rose Simpson’s warrior women become women of flesh and blood… this is a fearsome prospect for some, maybe many, women.
The Welcoming of Friends
Over the twenty-seven years I’ve lived in Santa Fe, many people have come and many people have gone.
First Snow
I will always miss the sensation of diving off the slope, at ten thousand feet, and sailing down the longest run with big curving sweeps of my skis.
My Azure State
I have lived here for twenty-seven years, and in all that time, I’ve felt and seen a slow progression in state politics toward justice.
Apples
Like the medieval desert mendicants, holy men who lived their lives in remote caves and were sometimes fed by ravens, Will had long ago lost any interest in possessions, or any taste for food.
Indian Market: When We Are All Together
Through all these years of turmoil and change, the Santa Fe Indian Market has persisted.