There are five acres of things to chew on here, including two bowls of untouched four-way sweet grain and alfalfa pellets, and what do the two pygmy goats decide they …
on gratitude
Lately I have had one thought that recurs again and again: I am so grateful for every being I have crossed paths with in my life. Every person, every animal, …
on navigating the underworlds of civic inhumanity
Jeremiads, it seems to me, are worthless in a society tone deaf to critical thinking. Diatribes, too, when they already pass for daily fare and there are no consequences to …
on home
What a magnificent, time-enriched planet this is! And how lucky are we to cross over it—step by yearning step—on our journeys from and to we know not where.
on the women in my line
My mama used to say to me, “When you were born, girl, they broke the mold.” She didn’t intend it as a compliment. I persisted in taking it as one. …
on water and choices and the stories we tell ourselves
Somebody needs to just say this. The people and politicians of California have for generations insisted upon their right to flagrantly wasteful water policies/behaviors. They’ve ignored common sense, reason, data, …
on tbt – on a great contrarian soul alongside
He was a Cinco de Mayo dog in ’02, this youngster who came alongside us. We named him after a tough little opal mining town in southern Australia, eagerly awaited …
on tbt – on coloring the stories we walk through
“We are all born into someone else’s story,” a dear teacher and friend, Jeanne Boydston, once said to me. The line still strikes me as true, as clear-headed a look …
on dress shoes and drag-assed burritos
They dress for dinner, my father’s generation, and this is a point of pride for them and me now. No matter how small the occasion or how family-friendly the restaurant …
on reveille, bacchanalias public, and feeble rays of hope
From the depths of sleep, I burst into long lines of people with my small daughter’s hand clasped tightly in mine, as we dodged and raced along to our places …