Added by Barelas Babe on December 31, 2008 at 6:00pm — No Comments
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
About 11 years ago, my family took a trip to the Animal Humane of New Mexico here in Albuquerque. The children were small, ages 8 and 3, and we were ready to give two homeless cats a home.
Two years ago I happened on the first Biennial Southwest (2006) art show by accident – I was at the Albuquerque Museum to look at the Rembrandt etchings of beggars. My family, ever crowd averse and having reached their fill of Rembrandt, headed down a hall, turned a corner, and walked smack into the Biennial Southwest exhibit.
After last week’s election results were posted, I realized that a fair number of politicos and their staffers in the Duke City may be headed to Washington DC, my “other city”. And it seems that a local museum director and a few others (including one amazing Burqueña who’ll be sharing my space for a bit) will also be coming east. Some folks will be trekking from… Continue
There were 45,000 hearing people in the audience and 5 signing deaf people in the bleachers behind the stage at the Obama Rally Saturday night. Regular readers of my blog may know that I'm a card-carrying member of the smaller group.
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
It is easier to be brown in Burque. One of the unexpected advantages to moving to Albuquerque (and to Barelas in particular) was the realization that having olive skin, dark hair and eyes that hinted at something other than European ancestry didn't matter so much here.
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.
I’ve been staring at the screen off and on for days, trying to figure out what to blog about this week.
Approximately one in every ten Americans has hearing loss. That's about 50,000 Burqueños, give or take a few thousand. Once in a while a hearing loss related question will even pop up on DCF.
The first weekend after Labor Day is always bittersweet for me, marking the psychological transition from summer into autumn. Mornings are cooler, there’s a hint of green chile in the air, and leaves begin to acquire a tarnish of gold.
“Beautiful” is not a word often linked with Barelas. Ours is a close-knit community, held together by corazón y familia, but beauty doesn’t figure into most descriptions of Barelas. Speed through the main thoroughfares of our barrio and you’ll likely miss the beauty that lives in… Continue
The first time I saw Albuquerque was during winter break of my senior year of college. My 3 year old son and I drove east from California in an aging pickup truck to check out the University of New Mexico and Albuquerque as a possible place to spend a few years while I attended graduate school.
From my backyard I can see several multi-story buildings downtown, including the new Anasazi condominiums. From my front porch, it is easy to forget they are there. It is not that I have the luxury of a front porch view that overlooks the Rio Grande bosque or the Sandia skyline - I’m in the middle of Barelas, looking out on a street… Continue
My best friend Diana called from Arizona last night, wanting to give my daughter a new outfit for her first day of high school. As a veteran mother of two daughters who have successfully navigated (and completed) the murky waters of high school, her advice is worth its weight in gold.
Instead of walking to the Downtown Grower's market, I harvested grapes and plums from the backyard this morning. Yum!
The last time I held a yard sale was almost exactly 19 years ago. I was 3 weeks away from giving birth to my firstborn, and had felt the nesting (and purging) instinct with a vengeance. We made enough money to buy items for the baby’s layette and an expensive silk lampshade for a family heirloom antique lamp that I had foolishly decided should go in the nursery. (What was I… Continue