“I will do water – beautiful, blue water.” ~Claude Monet Having been born and raised a desert rat in the beautiful Land of Enchantment, I have a great appreciation for water. Any kind of water. Swimming pools are a treat. Rain is galvanizing, of course. Springs, rivers, lakes, oceans – I try to experience them…… Continue reading Waters Of Life And Luxury
Tag: travel
Circular Thinking
Staying busy has never been a problem for me. And any chance to take a road trip – especially one that doesn’t involve doctors or work – is like a gift. That was Saturday, which turned out to be a mixed bag in a very circular kind of way. I mean, as mixed bags go,…… Continue reading Circular Thinking
The Difference A Year Can Make
This Thursday marks the one-year anniversary of the day my husband and I finally made it official. It’s all documented here, if you’re interested. So, yeah, it’s been one year. And what an ungodly year it was, too. But it’s over and here we are on the other side of it – a bit shell-shocked…… Continue reading The Difference A Year Can Make
Escape Plan
As I type this, I am sitting on a wide veranda overlooking the Prescott National Forest. Okay, maybe not overlooking. More surrounded by. The wind is rushing through the tall pines, lending gentle sway and mimicking a burbling brook, while chimes tinkle intermittently from their place on the habitat side of the deck. It’s a…… Continue reading Escape Plan
Life In A Time Of Radiation And Celebration
Another week spent in Mordor. Another series of undignified pokes, pricks and probings. Another encounter with the harpoon dildo. And now I have been implanted with golden seed markers, acquired my first tattoos and radiation is imminent. I’m not gonna lie, I’m experiencing a great deal of trepidation over what comes next. Thank all the…… Continue reading Life In A Time Of Radiation And Celebration
No Going Home
Sitting outside recently – enjoying the gentle spring breezes wimpling the leaves, while snacking on green chili pistachios (I know, how very New Mexican) – I realized that if anybody had told me 40 years ago I would be eating gourmet pistachios grown right outside my home town, I would have told them they were…… Continue reading No Going Home