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Monday, January 2nd, 2017

Every year around Winter Solstice, I remind myself of the word I've chosen for the year, consider what it meant and how it was expressed in the way I lived my days, and then ask myself what next year's word will be. Sometimes I hear the answer right away; other times it takes a while. 

Monday, December 26th, 2016

For the winter holidays, I like to spread light and love in the form of hand-created food. In particular, two rich and delicious treats I never make any other time of year.

Sunday, December 18th, 2016

Venus, the evening star, is sparkling bright and high in the southern sky this evening as blue dusk ebbs into darkness. We're three days from Winter Solstice, the longest night/shortest day of the year here in the Northern Hemisphere, and night falls soon and swiftly after sunset.

Tuesday, December 13th, 2016

I'm back in Salida after four days and 1,077 miles on the road, this time driving to Las Cruces, New Mexico, to help celebrate the life of Ann Palormo, a dear friend who died suddenly in early November. (That's Ann on the right in the photo above, eating pizza just baked in her neighbors'--the Teich family's--new horno, outdoor oven.)

Sunday, December 4th, 2016

When I left Santa Fe last Wednesday at the end of my amazingly fruitful fellowship at the Women's International Study Center, I had written 13,400 words, a solid beginning of my new book, The Ditch & The Meadow. (The subtitle--also my elevator pitch--is still evolving, but right now it's How Native Plants and Passionate Plantswomen are Restoring Health to Humanity, Our Communities, and the Earth.)

Sunday, November 27th, 2016

Richard Cabe (1950-2011) ogling wildflowers

Five years ago today, at 11:07 am, Richard Cabe, the love of my life and the father of my beloved step-daughter, Molly, took his last gulping breaths. I still miss him acutely, though not every moment and not with the sharp pain of that initial parting.

After five years, the missing him is more like a dull, nagging ache, a bruise in the part of my heart our nearly 29 years together live. 

Sunday, November 20th, 2016

It's official: the for-sale sign goes up tomorrow. Creek House and Treehouse, the cozy, beautiful, and super-energy-efficient buildings I helped design and build, the place I imagined would be my forever home, are on the market. 

Sunday, November 13th, 2016

Monday, November 7th, 2016

One of the reasons writers crave time away to write is that so much of our daily lives isn't actually spent writing. We all have family, friends, community work, administration (answering inquiries about writing assignments, talks, workshops; publicity, paying the bills, reminding people to pay us, accounting, etc), and so on.

Sunday, October 30th, 2016

I'm back in Santa Fe and beginning a month-long fellowship at the Women's International Study Center. It's an honor--really a miracle--to have the gift of time and space to simply research, read and write for a month, with no obligation other than to give one program on my work, tentatively scheduled for mid-November at my favorite Santa Fe bookstore, Collected Works