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
Yesterday we marked Memorial Day weekend with a family backyard barbeque; it's an annual tradition. This year we had four different generations at our gathering, representing every generation from the Silent Generation to the Millennials.
I was a teenager when I began to understand that mothering was forever; that it wouldn’t end when I became an adult. This revelation came to me as I watched a mother nag her adult daughter to put on a sweater to ward off the summer evening chill.