My ethnicity and ancestry have been declared in previous posts; the Norwegian and Swedish essays constituting a sort of prelude to the time when my grandparents show up on the scene....
My good luck continues. It’s still gray and drizzly just outside my vine-covered, thought-gazing window. Fortunately, leaves cover it just enough so it takes a while for me to even notice...
First of all, very bloody big damn old first-of-all, it is September 16th, the second day of New Mexicans celebrating the advent of autumn: temperatures below 90, clouds, rain, hope that...
My Decades series is obviously going to skip around. I intended this next post to be about Sweden and my mom’s Swedish heritage. Instead a visit from the Amazing Leila takes...
A sunny (of course) May morning in Albuquerque, New Mexico. New carpeting has just been installed in my living room. In the process of putting furniture, books, and tchotchkes back in...
‘Biting off more than we can chew’ surely must be among the most common of life’s conundrums. And it is absolutely one of the things I do best. Too many goals...