An undercurrent of chaos.I met a man in Ajo the other day, I could see the boy in him still. Another in Columbus. Where’re ya going cowgirl? A glance downward at...
ArizonaMiller Canyon Wilderness, Huachuca Mtns, AZWho am I and when did that question become so difficult? A mother. A writer. A woman trying to make sense of it all, balancing the past...
Flash ProseWind.It is not my job to please another. Nor yours for that matter. In southern Arizona he wind is still blowing and my face is warm from the...
New MexicoSomewhere in New MexicoWhen I woke this morning there was snow on the mountain tops, both the Little Hatchet and her big brother to the south. It wasn’t there...
Flash ProseThru the GrayIn a world of black and white I see permeations of gray. Likely some holdover from long ago when love hid in disguise behind a simple...
New MexicoSomewhere in New MexicoI cannot explain myself to you – nor to me for that matter. But I can tell you, the routine of a life repeated endlessly day after day is...
PoetryBe kind - you're in there somewhere.This house is full of dust. It is doubtful it will ever be clean. I sweep and sweep but it penetrates every crack and crevice. And I bend...
Texas RidesOh Mesa de Anguila, you slippery, slidey thing youI swing the saddle up, lean into the horse and gaze toward Mesa de Anguila - one of the least visited areas of Big Bend National Park -...
Texas RidesThis ride's for youBig Bend National Park, Texas The first thing that changed was my hands. Short but clean nails are now dirty and ragged. Rings no longer...