I received a text, followed by the local news last Thursday evening: our New Mexico schools would close for three weeks. As a teacher, I was relieved. After all, the schools, especially at this time of the year, had already … Read More
Today, I remembered it as if it were yesterday. I was in my father’s apartment in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I sat on the bed in one room, in massive pain from the night before when I had pulled my arm … Read More
“I have a dream” are the most memorable words associated with Martin Luther King Jr., the man celebrated for having had the courage to act on his dreams, no matter how unfathomable at the time. Back then, in the 1960s, … Read More
I want to talk about Death. Yes, Death. That one we whisper ever so quietly because she has become a four-letter word in a world that resists surrender. That resists letting go. That resists dying what no longer serves us … Read More
The sun paints the sky in bright pink, orange, and grey-blue streaks as it sets here in New Mexico. Our Sandia mountains reflect the evening like the inside of a watermelon. And on the weekends, after a week of finding … Read More
What is power? How do feelings of powerless impact our connection to each other and the earth? As a child we don’t know what power or being in our power means. We come into the world needing food, water, love…all the … Read More
“For once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for a second, and not move our arms so much,” wrote the Chilean Poet Pablo Neruda in his poem “A Callarse” more than fifty … Read More
I returned almost a month ago from Spain, from a book tour with my novel in Spanish, Niña Duende: Un Viaje del Espíritu, presented in four cities (Madrid, Murcia, Málaga, and Granada) and six venues. My journey to Spain was … Read More
“Love is receiving the grace of God in whatever form it shows up and not being afraid to do so,” I wrote in my journal of early 2001 as I continued to heal from an injury that had become chronic. … Read More
The memories came flooding back to me today…holding my father’s hand, still warm with a gentle pulse, as I lay my head down at his side on the hospital bed inside the living room. He was finally sleeping after the … Read More
