
Last night no one knew if it was the sun setting or the moon rising but it was orange: hung there by a wire moving around our sky, currents of warm air lifting and lowering its round shape enough to light the narrow, soft roads crisscrossing the sandy summer peninsula. One young woman pushing her…

In the December desert near the crepuscular hour many people experience subtle, ocular change. Sometimes these changes are permanent. Saguaros (Te quiero) can begin to move and appear to challenge with their arms the delicate prickly pear while the Feather cactus plays, “catch a falling Star“. It is, however, the Christmas cactus that interests me: blooming blood red pink like a baby‘s lips exactly at the time they say we had a virgin birth.…
So today on Facebook I posted a piece written by a black woman who was raised by white parents which Gloria Steinem had originally posted. It’s been up for a few hours and there’s only one comment. No likes. A friend of mine “unliked” it saying it was biased. I think it’s right on. The…
My mother, who was wise when she wanted to be, used to say,” you can either have a good day or a bad day!”