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Where the Earth Feels Thin: Finding the Numinous in the Southwest
The road bends, and the Sangre de Cristo Mountains come into view, rising above the high desert. The air smells faintly of piñon and juniper. Ravens drift across the enormous blue sky. And then there is the light—that unmistakable New Mexico light that somehow makes every color richer and every shadow more alive. Every time I return to northern New Mexico, I have the same thought: I'm home. It has never made logical sense to me. I didn't grow up there. I've never lived there.
Janet Nash, MSW, LISW-S
Jul 126 min read
Why Is That Woman Always Homeless in a Blizzard?
The Strange World of Mobile Game Ads I play games on my iPad. Sudoku. Nonograms. Word games. Wordle. Games involving logic, language, numbers, and the quiet satisfaction of placing the correct square in the correct location. I do not play the games in which I must match three decorative objects in order to restore a neglected mansion while gradually uncovering a family secret. Nevertheless, these games have apparently decided I am their ideal audience. Their advertisements ap
A Brief History of Things I Put Somewhere Safe
They remain extremely secure, even from me. This morning, Wix asked me to complete a CAPTCHA to prove that I was human. This seemed reasonable. I have been human for quite some time and felt reasonably qualified. Unfortunately, the CAPTCHA did not agree. I clicked on the squares containing traffic lights. Then bicycles. Then crosswalks. Occasionally, a small section of an object appeared in the corner of a square, requiring me to decide whether three inches of bicycle tire le
When Life is a Dumpster Fire: What to Do When the Chariot Wheels Fall Off
A reflection on what the Bhagavad Gita offers when life feels chaotic, the chariot wheels have fallen off, and control is no longer among the available options.
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