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.
So, I screwed up.
Each year, right around the time when the Rolling Thunder motorcyclists make their way into the nation’s capital, I roll out of town with a bootful of books, migrating back to Burque for the summer. This time I journeyed back with my history buff and computer geek son, who is (as they say) “transitioning” from high school to college. Here… Continue
On Sunday morning I woke up late, threw on jeans and a sweater, and dashed down 4th Street to check out one of the newest happenings in Barelas – the Church of Beethoven. Last week I stumbled upon this story in the Daily Lobo, and promised myself the next time I was in… Continue