There’s no question that peaches are my favorite fruit. Raspberries come a close second (we grew both at my childhood home in Albuquerque, NM), but a freshly picked, tree-ripened peach is my favorite—and as I type this, I’ve just finished snacking on one as a...
Last week, I reflected on how grateful I am for enough rain, and enough food, clothing, and work. This week, I want to reflect on the word enough and how we think about it in America today. To do that, I’m going to begin with a fairly modern notion: the nuclear...
In last week’s post I pondered flooding around the world. Then, on Thursday, I joined my friend Kelsea Habecker’s online women’s writing and reflection circle for the first time (you can learn more about it here) and the theme was abundance. Here in Southern Arizona,...
If you were to walk the streets of my neighborhood these days, you could be forgiven for thinking it’s autumn. The portions of sidewalks and yards under trees are carpeted with piles—but those are not piles of leaves. Instead, if you were to step closer, you would...
For this child of the desert, a full and flowing river is an awesome thing. I can still recall my absolute amazement (as a college graduate, arriving in Seoul, South Korea to teach English) at the incredible width of the Han River, which flows through the middle of...