It’s been five years now since my birth father died. There are many times when he seems so, not gone. Times when I think about calling him — after I’ve run across his phone number or email address, still saved in my contacts. I can see and hear him as clear as if I’d just…
“The Soul cannot be held back by any imaginary boundary drawn against it; not by mountain ranges, not by rivers, nor by human scorn. The Soul, goes everywhere, like an old woman in her right mind, going anywhere she wishes, saying whatever she wants, bending to mend whatever is within her reach. Wherever she goes,…
While I was in Tucson, Steve and I went to visit Mission San Xavier. Since 1797, when the church was completed, the building has been damaged by earthquake, lightning, water, and general wear and tear. Restoration is a continuous project. Whenever I visit churches with the more traditional Catholic look of candles and statues, I…
I looked across a desert terrain of cactus, bushes and trees, wishing I knew their names. It would make me less of a stranger. With so much open space, I expected to see some signs of life, as does the hawk circling overhead. Neither of us are catching sight of any movement, yet both of…
I’ve been out of town for about a week. First I went to the Arizona mountains for a celebration of my brother in law L’s life. It was a bittersweet day — sad because of the loss of my sister S’s husband, but sweet because I got to see so many family members that I…
