by mary1988 | May 9, 2014 | 2014
I stand alone at the trailhead, surveying the caution signs. I can almost feel the claws of the cougar slicing my shoulders; hear the swarm of killer African bees swirling about my face. Fear. Pain. Death. For over two years I have stumbled in uncertainty and...
by mary1988 | May 1, 2014 | 2014
When one pauses to notice the Mockingbird spinning cartwheels above his throne atop the palo verde; hears the deep-throated gurgle of a Cactus Wren, the high-pitched call of the Gila Woodpecker, the mournful song of a lonely Roadrunner, or the rapturous serenade of a...
by mary1988 | Apr 11, 2014 | 2014
Are you looking for a Mother’s Day gift for a woman who lets out a whoop of joy at the first sighting of wildflowers? Who kneels to greet every unique, colorful face bursting through the frozen earth? Who’s raking the last remnants of snow and crusty oak leaves from...
by mary1988 | Mar 21, 2014 | 2014
When the exuberance of springupstages the desert’s preferencefor dusty grays, browns and milky greens,know I will be late for cocktails.
by mary1988 | Mar 6, 2014 | 2014
The man approached the microphone in a jam-packed public hearing of the International Joint Commission (IJC) last September holding a jar of what looked like grungy split pea soup. “This is the water that came out of my faucet last week just before the city shut down...
