Road Trip

“Let’s take a road trip,” he said. He clunked his coffee cup down on the table and dropped the newspaper.

“Where?” I asked.

“There’s an article in here about a bed and breakfast in the mountains north of Taos. You can see a million stars at night!”

“Do we need to drive to Taos to see a million stars?”

“The food there is 4 stars. Quiet, beautiful, great food. 4 stars . . .”

He looked at me, waiting.

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My Favorite Aunt

Kala is my favorite aunt. She’s also my only aunt. Even if I had a dozen aunts, she would still be my favorite. She doesn’t have any kids, so I’m sort of her substitute kid. She’s not judgmental like my mom. I can tell her stuff and she just listens. Sometimes she gives me good advice. She likes to do cool things, too, like rollerblading. She’s the best.

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The Best Cookie

So many cookies, so little time. The best cookies are homemade, of course. Where I come from the master bakers always produce tons of biscochitos. They are good. Cinnamon and sugar always works.

But give me something with chocolate. My grandson made some chocolate and peppermint cookies the other day that were the best cookies ever made. Yes, give me something chocolate.

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Holiday Songs

The most fun I’ve had with a holiday song in a long time happened in my workout class. The instructor changed the words to 12 Days of Christmas to be 12 exercises. One stretch, two leg lifts, 3 bicep curls, and so on. Five was a squat done very slowly. We made it to 12 and we had fun. New life for an old tune.

Happy holidays to you. Thanks for writing with me all year.

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Home for the Holidays

Being around family for the holidays is the real reason I celebrate. Seeing far flung siblings, new little nephews and teen age cousins who are suddenly grown. And my parents! They’ve  gone on without me to do new things they never did while I was at home.

I can’t wait to be with them. I’m glad when it’s over.

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Hope

Reading Michelle Obama’s book “Becoming” I remember hope. I remember feeling like things could get better. That the US might do something about climate change. That various social justice causes could advance. That wages might raise and little people might be better off. Lately it’s been a struggle to hold on to that remembered hope, but we must. We must.

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Autumn

On the fence

Autumn is good for the spirit. Not too hot. Full of brilliant colors writ large on the trees that refresh your quest for beauty. Perfect for that day in the mountains looking at the aspen groves or that walk along the river bank enjoying the rustling leaves of the cottonwood trees. It’s a tie up whether autumn or spring is the best thing to keep you sane. It’s a tie up.

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Fiesta, Fiesta!

Balloon Fiesta 2018

I live in a place that has a huge party every October. It’s fiesta time along the Rio Grande when the sky fills up with colorful balloons. If the weather cooperates the celebration is complete.

There are plenty of great things to say about my town, but the big balloons once a year top the list.

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7 Minutes

She gave us the structure, she told us the form, we listened to Bessie Smith as examples, we played a few 12 bar run-throughs in different keys. Then she gave us 7 minutes to write our own blues song. And we did it. Mine was kind of stupid, but it was worthy of 7 minutes of work. First song I ever wrote. Yea, me!

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August

When I lived in Austin, I moved several times. Always in July or August. Hot and muggy and horrible for hauling heavy stuff from house to truck to house again. When I left there I settled into a house. I’ve been here 14 years now. Yet every August, I feel as if I should pack up and move. It’s the time of year to do the heat stroke boogie.

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