Notes from Westwater
“That’s probably far enough,” my hubby said, braking as we peered down the steep Eagle Canyon road. Our Jeep Patriot didn’t have high clearance, and its tires were worn, so Ted backed up and parked. “Do you want to go for a walk?”
“Sure.” I opened the door and stepped onto the tawny-colored road....
After we left the haunted museum in Clayton, NM, we drove to Carrizozo, hoping we’d left all ghosts behind.
Located on the northern end of the Tularosa Basin, Carrizozo is named after the reed grass, carrizo, with early settlers adding an extra “zo” to highlight its abundance.
Founded in 1899 by...
Ted turned off the highway onto a two-track trail south of Clayton, NM. With the help of a kind landowner, we’d first located the Evans Ranch Cemetery in September 2025 when dozens of alien-looking grasshoppers hitched rides, clinging to our windshield, side windows, hood, mirrors, and antenna. Now...
Christmas is family. Those words decorated the plaque that our friends recently gave us, and as I put away the decorations, I pondered the importance of family, both past and present.
When I was a child, my family wasn’t rich by any means. My dad worked for Dillon’s Food Chain at their warehouse in...
Ted always tells people I married him so I’d never get lost again.
However, I was in China without him and getting lost in a strange country terrified me, so during the tour I stuck like a burr to our group.
When David, our guide, handed out receivers and ear phones, he told us we wouldn’t be able...
The Sheng Zhen participants filtered into the spacious training hall speaking German, French, Israeli, English, Filipino, Norwegian, Italian, Swiss, and Japanese.
People visited, laughed, hugged, and stretched. A man walked onto the red stage without saying a word, but his presence commanded...
raveling to China had never been on my bucket list, especially not without my adventurous hubby, so how did a country girl end up in Hangzhou, population 10 million, training in Sheng Zhen with 96 other international participants?
The short answer is that I’ve been teaching Sheng Zhen classes for...
“Our ancestors dwell within us, as living psychic forces, shaping our thoughts, our dreams, and even our destinies.” Carl Jung
Ted, Kenidee, and I walked across the New Mexican prairieland, looking for Robert Martin Sloan, Ted’s great-granddad, buried in the Evans Ranch Cemetery.
June Lofgreen’s...
Ted, Kenidee, and I slogged through the grass, scaring up hundreds of grasshoppers and dozens of birds.
It was over 100 degrees, but flowers still bloomed on this rich prairie land, including ones with intriguing names such as Chinese lantern, St. Catherine’s lace, and Redwhisker clammyweed.
We...
Last Saturday, September 13, Ted, Kenidee, and I hiked near Recapture Wash. Rain had saturated the desert, filled the rock tinajas, and ran in the wash. Clouds massed over Blue Mountain, the sandstone bluffs, and the eastern horizon, but overhead the sky remained clear.
We were looking for...
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