Nostalgia is peppered with sensory memories. (See what I did there?) We know that hearing is one of the last senses to go, and that a whiff of a bubblegum wrapper can transport us back to second grade.
There are numerous websites devoted to what New Mexicans miss when we are away from the Land of…Continue
Protip: if you are trying to escape madding crowds, checking out a botanic garden in sub-freezing weather is a surefire way to attain this end. On New Year's Eve day, when the mercury threatened to climb above 30 degrees for the first time in days, I decided a sojourn to the Albuquerque Botanic…Continue
Here it is, just a few hours into 2015, and I have tasted red chile and champagne, seen (but not yet shoveled) snow, and ground and sipped locally roasted coffee (David's Roast from Villa Myriam -- they sell it at…Continue
I returned home last night from a road trip that was equal parts camping, conferencing, book proposal team writing, and socializing. Given the lateness of the hour, I only partially unpacked my car -- removing one duffel bag with clothes, my computer and hiking backpacks, hiking boots, toiletries bag, two pillows,…Continue
Love doesn’t need an audience or even a dress rehearsal, but sometimes it helps. Last night I sat through a dress rehearsal of Anna Garcia-Romero’s fabuloso play Paloma, which is…Continue
Skarsgard Farms (formerly Los Poblanos Organics) delivered turnips and beets to my front porch last week. Seeing these root vegetables side by side in my refrigerator gave me a hankering for Lebanese-style pickled turnips with beet juice. Since there was…Continue
Hola Fixers! It has been a while, sí? I’m now blogging as Barelas Babe, Ph.D, which has a nifty little ring to it, don'cha think? But no worries, this Bareleña isn’t going to get too big for her pantalones (or should that…Continue
A few weeks ago I was getting my Morning Fix and clicked to a KOAT story about off duty police car use. The story was interesting, the first reader comment actually made me think, but three comments later it devolved into the usual local teevee forum rant. Just as I was about to go back to DCF, an HGTV story caught my eye - “… Continue
The busiest place in South Barelas on Christmas Eve is not a church, but a temple of tamal-making – El Modelo. Longtime (and not-so-longtime) residents of Albuquerque have memories of lining up and waiting to pick up tamales to enjoy on Christmas Eve with their families. For more than a decade, we’ve joined in this tradition.
Each Halloween is a little bit different. Some years I dole out the candy one by one, concerned that I may not have purchased enough to last the night. Other years the trick-or-treaters are few and far between, and I start tossing in generous handfuls of candy so that I do not get stuck with too much leftover candy.
It is that time of year again. Signs that fall has arrived are rampant: hot air balloons a-soaring, green chile a-roasting, politicians
This is a tale of perplexity and persistence. More than a decade ago, when I purchased my first home and moved to Barelas, I registered to vote, wanting to do my civic duty and wanting to have my say about matters close to home. I read all of the election literature I received, including the newsletters sent out by the Middle Rio Grande… Continue
With the economy taking a dive and people losing jobs and (struggling to get their unemployment benefits), it seems like an odd time for a neighborhood to grow by increasing housing and services, but that is what has been happening in Barelas, even after our current recession began.
Shortly after I moved to Barelas, I discovered Tingley Park. With two little ones, Tingley Park was a far enough walk away from home to feel like an adventure and close enough for us to make a quick dash for home in case we needed to.
I went to a party last weekend and was outed as Barelas Babe.
I can see the smallest onion domein Albuquerque from my house. It isn’t quite like seeing Russia, but given that this is New Mexico, it will have to suffice.
When I first started looking for a home in Albuquerque, I had two criteria. First, home had to be walking distance (2 miles or less) from UNM, and second, it had to be in an…
The older I get, the more drawn I am to local neighborhood holiday traditions. Part of it is a nostalgic longing for community – I have happy childhood memories of large extended family gatherings. (To give you an idea what I mean by extended family - in just 10 minutes I came up with a list of more than 200 family members, and given another 20 minutes I could probably double that list. And this is without conferring with my mother, whose memory has a… Continue
I’m looking forward to voting this week. One of my earliest childhood memories is of walking down the street on Election Day with both of my parents and my younger brother, whose toddler exuberance was constrained with a baby blue
Less than a mile from the heart of downtown Albuquerque is a community experiment in progress. If you drive (or even walk) down 4th Street south of Central Avenue, past the streets named for entities in the Periodic Table of the Elements, you might notice a small plot of land with raised garden beds painted in bright colors.