A good road starts out smooth and wide and narrows as you go, begins known but ends a stranger, is messy - wind in hair, dirt in air. It is a long, deep stretch, a song that never ends. There should be wildflowers, shades of yellow and violet, dangling and leaning into the breeze, sighing – waiting for a solitary traveler. There should be treasure, hidden behind locked gates, in secret culverts. An unplanned tire change along the way - a moment of hesitation. Doubt. A good ro

You do too much. You don't do enough. Don't drink, or don't drink too much. Dress this way. Act this way. Smile regardless. Ignore the...

El Capitan, Guadalupe Mountains National Park Which do you like better, I was asked the other day,   riding or writing? Riding, I replied...

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

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...

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

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...

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...

You cannot stop another from loving you. There is only one decision – does their definition match yours? I didn’t even know I had a...

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...

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...

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...

If I had a secret code, it would be one of eagles and roosters. Of stars nesting in blackness. The simmer of an arced flame and the slow...

Of being alone with being lonely. You see, both have their place. Just as the sun completes the moon and the rain gives way to clear blue...

The year I move into my own, away from those who bring the rain and hold on tight to the sun instead. The year I learn to love myself....

The woman I am is buried somewhere inside. I see her on dirt roads and highways unending. Cross-country in the desert, high on the...

and I don't profess to be. That title belongs to others. Me? I am somewhere between horse girl and wanderer. Between stainless steel and...

The Moon climbs above the mesa. The Milky Way spreads her wings. The Big dipper shifts in the sky, and the Sun chases away the dark. I...

I am my best in a spiral notebook, wrinkled and blowing pages. In the solitude shared with animals, that silent language we all speak. ...

So I fill in the blanks. It is, and I am... and every now and then it will be. I ask myself that every day. When the power goes out, the...