Embracing the Winter Skies

Embracing the Winter Skies

Thoughts on our current political climate No place I have ever been has skies quite like New Mexico. They reflect moods that can turn on a dime. This was the winter sky at the beginning of our walk last week, indicating by all signs that a storm was coming. We were the only car in the parking lot and the only people in the park. A light snow blew around us. Our blue heeler Django led the way, searching for life, dogs, other humans. My mind went, as it almost always does these days, to our political climate. The storm has been coming and coming and coming, but it never actually seems to get here. The daily information builds to bursting, but the explosion never comes to pass. Just more dark clouds, wind and dust on the horizon. If this were summer, it would be...

Reading at Bookworks on Oct. 15: A Gift

Reading at Bookworks on Oct. 15: A Gift

October 15 was a great reading experience for me upon the Albuquerque debut of Myopia a memoir, where I read chapters from the book, including “An Awfully Hard Man to Kill” and “Lemon Meringue Pie in the Land of Keretaria.” (See photos from the event here.) The audience engaged in some invigorating questions, which is one reason I say Bookworks is a fabulous venue for writers and readers alike. The staff is intelligent, welcoming and supportive, and there is a warm and interested audience. Sadly, so many independent bookstores have vanished. If we wish to keep Bookworks alive and well, we will have to get off our computers and into our cars and actually purchase some books there! They need us as much as we need them. Of course, I want to...

Prizes, Patriotism and Peace

Prizes, Patriotism and Peace

Random Thoughts On Acceptance And Change The first prize I ever won for writing anything was in elementary school. The American flag was the topic. Innocent, and far beyond my immature imaginings, I wrote about what I thought were my father’s feelings for the American flag. As a Russian refugee, his patriotism was both sincere and strong. And even though I won the first prize, my father dismissed the whole event by saying I was too young to write about anything. In many ways, of course, he was absolutely right (but I did have to start somewhere). The next thing I knew, people around me were burning that same flag and wearing it as clothing. Although I didn’t burn flags, or even wear any, for that matter, I did protest and I marched. Civil rights and the...

Precious Sunsets: A Simple Meditation on Friendship, Love and Loss

Precious Sunsets: A Simple Meditation on Friendship, Love and Loss

The sunsets are remarkably breathtaking in Africa and in New Mexico. But sunsets are inevitable wherever we live. No matter how gorgeous, they remind us that another day has passed. We can never do the same day over again unless, of course, we have been snatched up and into the film Groundhog Day. I was reminded of this once again just a few days ago. Four of us, old friends now since my move to New Mexico 17 years ago, were having a reunion/birthday lunch at Farm & Table. There was a soft breeze; the clouds were puffy and dark in places, indicating a possible future rain, a perfect fall day in Albuquerque. The flies were kind enough to leave us pretty much to ourselves until they bombarded us when our dessert arrived. But who could blame them? Because one of...

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