A day in New York, tucked between Oslo and Albuquerque. I haven’t been in the City since joining my friend Cathy for the bus ride to the Women’s March in DC lo those many years ago. And…god help us…the slimeball against whom we were protesting is still in place—but I digress. It was good to be in this most exciting of cities again however briefly. To many of us, New York means… Read More
You are not in Norway anymore, Marjorie. You are home…home where Republicans roam with their guns and their gods at play. But this fall is heard an encouraging word…and the skies are not cloudy all day…. And where tomorrow evening I will be back home on the range…because Albuquerque is out west and on the range and I love that about it. Okay enough with the bad cliches and parodies. Right this… Read More