A Curandero's Workbench

As I recognize my life’s tank dial, move closer and seemingly faster than ever towards empty, I accept how pain and love complement themselv...

 As much as I have worked through hate for Donald Trump I have not reached the depths of wanting him to suffer.  An attempt on his life was ...

    As a child, approaching adolescence,   I immigrated from Albuquerque’s city life to a quieter Santa Fe.  Santa Fe is 50 some odd miles n...

On my favorite holiday, I’d like to revisit some words from Saint King Jr.  Without getting into the details or context of this prompt, let ...

 I came across some emotions as I learned about a family member who shared how they payed for a cleaning service.  Disappointment surfaced i...

I want to teach my culture to and with those who appreciate the legacy of heritage.  I did not understand, in my own proverbial backyard, th...

 I have been keeping up with the conflicts around the world as reminders for living simply and humbly as a small token towards shrinking my ...