Waiting for mom and dad. It was a joy early into the week to meet my folks for dinner at one of my dad’s favorite places- Red Lobster. The young waitress taking care of us was three weeks into her job, and my mom flattered her immensely. We talked about Ark City and some...

I spent late morning out at the Alameda Bosque this morning after waking up from the jarring adjustment called Daylight Savings Time. Seagulls like the Rio Grande, and here can be seen partying at a bend in the Great River.

Leaving work this afternoon, a sprawl of gray spread over the city from the west, moving to Sandia mountain, shutting out blue skies for the rest of the day.

I went by my folks’ house after work to drop off some soup and to say “Hi”, and somewhere along the way, my mom became ornery and feigned snapping my dad’s suspenders. We know she’s feeling normal and healthy when that part of her finds its way out. My dad is a good sport...

Back in January, I determined I would try to eat better- for my heart and for my future. Part of that plan involved cooking more at home, and always a fan of soups, I also determined to make more soups. One of the first I sought out and found a recipe for on the...

After a day at home, on the heels of some tough news about a friend, and reflecting on the passing of Gene Hackman, watching his 1986 film about the little school that wins the Indiana state basketball championship seemed like the right way to spend the evening this evening.

Post-work walk. Noah’s Ark, and an arroyo S.