When I was a young man growing up in Bluff, St. Christopher’s Mission was central to my spiritual, educational, and emotional training.
Established in 1943 by Episcopal priest H. Baxter Liebler, its objective was to minister to residents of the northern Navajo reservation. Because Liebler was a...
Now that I am officially a senior citizen, having achieved the advanced age of 65 last year, I have become suspicious of old people and their resistance to change.
In our small town the mean age is approximately 68 years, and many of our locals like things …just …the …way …they …are. “Keep Bluff,...
Those who know me best realize organized religion and I are at times incompatible. I am confident it is because of my rebel streak, that doesn’t like being told what to do or how and when to do it.
I often joke with Twin Rocks Trading Post patrons that I am here on Sunday because I would otherwise...
In the 1960s Olympia Beer Company developed the successful marketing slogan, “It’s the water... and a lot more.”
After 125 years of continuously making beer, however, the Tumwater Washington brewer discontinued production in January 2021. Falling demand and a flood of industry challenges put an end...
One of the most common questions we hear at Twin Rocks Trading Post is, “So what do Navajo people think about that?”
“That,” can encompass a wide variety of topics from art to culture to race relations to Bears Ears National Monument to local and national politics.
There are, of course, a few...
This past Monday evening I was scrolling through YouTube, looking for information about the 2024 Paris Olympics. Growing up in rural Utah, I have always been fascinated by the City of Lights, and have many times attempted to find myself relaxing on its historic avenues at outdoor cafés, drinking...
No matter where you travel on the vast Navajo Nation horses run wild. There are old ones, young ones, big ones, and small ones, but almost never are there fat, healthy-looking animals on the range.
I have often wondered how they survive in this difficult environment, where there seems precious...
Jana, Pearl, Opal, and I frequently watch the news in the early mornings before we leave the house for work; Jana to train budding artists at Whitehorse High School, and Pearl, Opal, and I to entertain guests at Twin Rocks Trading Post. While there are some uplifting stories, much of the today’s...
The other day Priscilla had had enough. “Aaugh,” she muttered loudly, sounding a lot like Charlie Brown. I half expected her to follow up with, “Rats!” “Whaaaat?”
I inquired from the safety of my office. It’s never a good idea to get sideways with Priscilla, so I remained seated and didn’t venture...
The first time I felt the tug of a spiral was in the late 1970s, when I was still in college. The object of my attention was the Spiral Jetty, a land art installation designed and built by American sculptor Robert Smithson.
Completed almost 55 years ago, the Jetty, located on the northeastern shore...