In an effort to keep the scary Barelas chickens from pecking my jack-o-lantern to pieces, I'm feeding them pumpkin rinds and seeds. We'll see if it works.
All around Albuquerque, parents who are missing the Martha Stewart gene are panicking. Me? I’m grateful that those years are mostly behind me, and that my contributions these days are limited to hemming, driving teens to thrift stores and fabric stores, and identifying where things are stored in the attic. (The latter is the most challenging task by far).
Figuring out what to write about this week was tough. I could have written about Albuquerque’s new mayor-elect or about hot button H1N1 bioethics issues. I had actually retrieved my notes on RJ Berry and was sketching out an outline when I dropped everything for a completely different topic. Both those other issues are close to home, but I’m even more fixated on this new one: fire safety.
It is that time of year again. Signs that fall has arrived are rampant: hot air balloons a-soaring, green chile a-roasting, politicians