Enough

There aren’t enough words There aren’t enough songs There aren’t enough dances There aren’t enough paintings There aren’t enough protests full of people shouting There aren’t enough petitions calling for some kind of new policy There aren’t enough stories of suffering There aren’t enough vigils for a lost friend Or brother Or sister Or mother … 

 

Selective Outrage

And blood flowed through the streets of Paris. I mourn. My heart felt condolences go out to each and every person impacted by this violence. But the mourning is never ending. It threatens to leave me numb. I drive through traffic and tears come to my eyes, forcing me to push the sorrow down so … 

 

The Caldera

I went up to the Valles the other day. The Valles Caldera. Located about 40 miles, west of Los Alamos. This beautiful, thirteen mile-wide crater, has a rich history; geologically, biologically, socially and politically. If you are interested in learning about the Valles Caldera, check out the National Park Services website. My friend asked me … 

 

Identity Lines

Watching the primary campaigns (as little as possible to tell the truth) I am again struck by this notion of ‘immigrant.’ The conversation begins with who is and who is not permitted to be in our country. But this is not the beginning. Beginning the conversation with borders, allows us to forget our history and …