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
Ever since Adelita posted this, my family has been on a mission to find image # 2. Tonight, my son and I decided to hunt down the Happy Face. First, we fortified ourselves with fuel here.
I’m up too late on a Saturday night (for reasons of insomnia, not fun) and feel too groggy to throw on some clothes and walk a few blocks down the street to the Church of Beethoven this Sunday morning.
Ever since the summer of 1975, when I hung a foldout poster from Elton John’s Captain Fantastic album on my bedroom closet door, I have been a sucker for posters. Earlier this month I stumbled upon Puerto Rico Literario, a small gem of a poster art collection at the… Continue
Ever since I’ve been commuting from Albuquerque to the Capital City (not the City Different, but the one supposedly built on a swamp), I’ve been tantalized by glimpses of the old Albuquerque Airport terminal, built in 1939.
Last week, I decided to see it up close and in person.
It was an adventure.
The first challenge is getting to it. Mapquest and Google…
Airport – a neutral place between worlds.
Once again I’m blogging in an airport upon wending my way back to Albuquerque from (yet another) conference.