I finally put my Christmas decorations away, and it was only March 5. In my defense, it wasn’t still in the living room but strewn about in random boxes on the upper floor where I couldn’t see it (out of sight, out of mind) but Mark and Naomi had to dodge around it every day […]
Since I am an admitted Old Stuff Hoarder, I have started to beg anyone who comes into my house to take something away with them. I need help. Probably mental help.
South32 plans to run 80 trucks every day on our little dirt road, full of acid ore from their mine. There is no way out for us in the canyon.
The Patagonia Museum is home to a collection of dolls, some of whom, the author contends, have been taken by the resident ghost. Photo by Marion Vendituoli If you are ever alone in the old grade school (now the Patagonia Museum), you might hear the ghost. I started asking museum members and old teachers if they’d […]
For cooling and swimming, we need the Patagonia Pool. Or would you like all the kids to be home playing video games?
The Spider Tree died last spring. She had been on the edge for a long time. When the big oaks experience drought, they keep the leaves on the upper branches and let the lower ones die. She looked like a spider with all of her black dead spidery legs hanging down and a few live […]
I have my favorite trees. The first one was an old wind-blasted juniper in the high desert of New Mexico. This was the place where I received my enlightenment, because I felt the tree’s essence or being. It had a soul.
I came to this town to get pregnant. I achieved that. Thirty years ago, roaming Gringo Road with my cattle dogs and a baby, I looked across the valley to Red Mountain. She has the profile of a sleeping, pregnant woman, and I thought that she was my patron saint, La Santa Roja Sueno, the […]