We make our way over to High Gates Road, cutting across this valley of tumbleweed and cactus, of open grasslands under a cobalt sky, and...

I sent photos of mountains with their little white caps, of rolling fields of gold, of sun-warmed foothills and glowing waves. Then I...

Between Cedar and Oak Tree Canyon a heifer shuffles off, her molasses licking disrupted by our approach. Her body a rug of black, her...

When I was a girl, my favorite color was tulle. The blush of a tutu. The satin of a pointe shoe. I believed. When I was a young woman, my...

If you drive to the far west tip of Texas, if you brave Interstate 10 and unending desert highways, you will be rewarded with views of...

Black Gap WMA, TX I set out to erase a memory last weekend - it’s not the first time – repeating a trip taken before, rinsing to remove...

As the horse pushes forward, I close my eyes, hips moving in syncopated rhythm with his. I reach out, caressing the wind, and slide...

From Horsehead Crossing on the Pecos River, the Comanche Trail runs south to Fort Stockton / Comanche Springs and there, if you veer...

Sometimes you must ride through the bones of the past to see the pure sparkling brilliance of the future. It seems such a simple thing,...

What makes a cowgirl? The hat? The boots? The horse pushing and spinning until the herd has settled and all are found? No. Cowgirl is a...

If you travel enough eventually the names of places, natural and unnatural, begin to repeat – forming some kind of staccato rhythm as you...

I don’t count miles when I ride, it’s not about them anyway. Often, I turn or cut back before trail end. Before climbing the summit – but...

Five feet above the rusty ground, swaying with each step of the horse like the rolling tides of the ocean that seems so very far away in...

How do you clean up a lifetime of rubble, the broken bits and pieces strewn shotgun across the land. Do you sweep it under the rug and...

The ravens followed us, I’m sure of it, moving off their perch on a nearby hog trap and into the pines. And the dandelions are bigger...

It’s colder today, no doubt a function of yesterday’s wind, but at least it has ceased for now. I imagine it carries a constant presence...

It’s been a minute, since I’ve written to you my love and I am sorry for that. I have been tired, at a loss for words, swept up in this...

Unwanted. She is a mangy thing after all. Her fur a patchwork of desert sand and ash, bristled and wiry. Lush in places, starved in...

There is a woman I covet. I lose her. I find her. I lose her again and each time I hope she stays a little longer than the last. Her...