“I want to be cremated and have my ashes spread near the creek on the Big Tesuque Trail in the Santa Fe Mountains.” On a sunny spring morning, I sit at my dining room table and write this in the will I am preparing. I think little of it. It is but a directive for […]
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Claim your Playground
The lizard lifts high on his legs and sprints alongside your bike. His pointed nose and yellow stripes blur, as he churns up the dust. ...
The Stray Dog
The dog you rescued with a scar on her brow wags her tail and looks up at you, dark eyes shining mouth curved in a ...
Cure the Past
Out of seemingly nowhere it comes a dust devil racing across the desert swirling up an image from a week, a month— ten, twenty, thirty years ...
