Essentially, the present town of Taos is a dark and murderous blight upon the beauty of el Norte. While there are beautiful old adobe buildings to be seen and hippie funk of most astonishing degree—some would say art—of that, there is no doubt. Our charlatans are pros. There’s nothing you can do but find your [...]
writing life
Taos Mountain late this afternoon before I cooked the steak
The new book is almost ready. It’s a chronological collection of blog posts that tell the story of my mother’s chaotic last years under the influence of dementia, Alzheimer’s, paranoia, schizophrenia, delusions, and hallucinations. Real-time dispatches from the front, as it were, between 2008 and 2012. This should be a hoot and a half. The [...]
What, you don’t keep your gasoline & paint thinner on a shelf outdoors?
Is this just monkey brain or something else? I’m having the oddest reaction to accumulating enough minor inheritances for a down payment on a house. Namely, I want to keep it! Or is this a reaction to where we are? There’s an article in the latest Taos News by a most unhappy woman that anyone [...]
This section of the trail I call “The Falling Place,” because twice something knocked me down…
This is where I go hiking. Usually I walk two miles out, then turn around. Sometimes I go farther. If I kept walking, the loop back to the parking lot would take nine miles. Now that would be some exercise, about three hours’ worth! As it is, by doing this every other day for over [...]
I know, I know… Just do whatever the hell it says
The wind howled long and hard outside last night. Every now and then a dead branch from the giant elm growing out of the side of the old adobe clattered against the roof or just missed the kitchen window. If it wanted to get loose, however, it would have had to fight a whole lot [...]
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