ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. “I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.” – H.G…
Between The Lines
Between the Lines: Hieroglyphics
ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Santa Fe, New Mexico is home to one of my favorite coffee shops, the Aztec St. Café.…
Between The Lines: Christmas Is the Last Thing I Want for Christmas
ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. I hate Christmas. If you like Christmas in the least, steer clear, or I may just rui…
Between the Lines: The Ties That Bind Us
ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. From the day you are born, your family, to some degree, defines who you are. How you…
Between the Lines: The Stranger
ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. When I was 21, I set sail on an old cargo ship for Europe and North Africa. Two year…
Between the Lines: Giving Thanks for Imelda
ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. The night before Thanksgiving, my family was safely tucked in their beds all under o…
Between the Lines: The Disconnect
ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. When I was around 12 I helped my father gut a deer. That night, before anything happ…
Introducing: Between the Lines
ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. You see me on the streets of the city, a tall, dark-haired woman you guess to be in …