Every time I drive to the airport, I see the San Jose Cemetery just west of I-25 and south of Gibson. I always tell myself that one of these days I must stop and check out the cemetery on foot.
Every so often I get lucky and things that I take for granted become new again. The past few days have been full of those moments, thanks in large part to my playing tour guide to a few of my colleagues from the east coast. In no particular order, here’s what I marveled at once again.
Every mid-sized or large city has a hidden side. I’m not thinking of the seamy side of life, not the strip bars or the drug deals in alleyways or any other illicit goings on. I’m thinking of another category of under the radar events that take place nearly every week in cities all over the country – academic conferences.
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…
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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.