A Curandero's Workbench

I've taken the invitation to be bland.  Written precariously here, I am really describing how I fight back the need to be noticed. I fi...

The start of October in Albuquerque means hot air balloons will sprinkle the sky.   Today, is like many of the traditional mornings, excep...

What shade of Race are you?  I think we all need to answer this dazzling yet scary question.  It is useful to approach this topic.  The se...

Love is not dying, nor dead, but flowing in its most potent way, spirit.  More than a life, more than my grandma, more than a mother, m...

Finally feeling the emotions that come from my child graduating high school.  I cried this morning, not so much for her success, not so muc...

The healing of our minds from the delusions of tribalism is not something to heal but to reorganize so that we can learn to appreciate our...

Once a boy, wondering when manhood would fit.  Wanting my manhood to be genuine, like a dirty work shirt, still functional, completely funct...