Instead of writing about today’s events, I’d rather tell you how the trees have forgotten that it’s almost the middle of November and the only way we get golden trees in Phoenix is by looking at stunning … Continue reading →

These are the feet of Bryson Evan. When they get large enough, They’ll wriggle out from the wrappings of their blanket and learn About the coolness of tile and the tickliness of grass. They’ll stand and hold the weight of … Continue reading →

I was up early yesterday morning, while it was still dark.  Early? you ask.  I’m not generally known for bounding out of bed in the wee small hours of morning.   I’m more the type to drag myself to my … Continue reading →

Dan:  What do you want to do tonight? Me:  I don’t care.  What do you want to do? Dan:  I don’t care. Me:  Pick something. Dan:  You pick. Me:  It’s your turn. Dan:  Nuh huh. Me:  Yuh huh. Dan:  Okay.  … Continue reading →

If you do nothing else today, go Here and read the beautiful prose of the amazing poet, Drew Myron.  She describes where I grew up and recently contemplated returning to.  Her words are stunning.  Like balm. Then pour a cup … Continue reading →

This morning, people across this country shared breakfast and hopefulness.  Yesterday we elected our first African American president.  Soon he will live in a house that was built in part by slaves. Last night people cried under the words of … Continue reading →

Don’t forget to vote. Vote! Have you voted yet? How about now? Go vote.  Vote your heart.  Vote for your future.  VOTE!   

I have now a thingy called an Aircast that wraps around my ankle and up each side of my left leg, giving my wobbly parts some stability.  It gives me the ability to walk with more freedom than the former … Continue reading →

Phoenix is either dusty brown or muted green — rarely any other color.  Even today, with the temperature still at 94 degrees, it’s hard to find another color … unless you remember to look at the sun now and then as it makes its … Continue reading →

I’ve never seen an ice storm in Phoenix.  Frost, certainly.  But never an ice storm.  Not like this. Maybe cactus spines aren’t long enough for icicles to grab hold of.  Maybe storms filled with ice and vengance simply go where they can hang from trees like pointed reminders of … Continue reading →