Lisa Creech Bledsoe
Between the rains last week, we slipped out for our familiar two-mile walk. It’s a simple road: one mile gently uphill, one mile back down again. Not steep enough to be a workout, just enough that the return feels like a gift. Though truthfully, it’s a pleasure both ways. Walking up our road The...
Jimmy
Alqo’s ola de calor ritual. We try to walk further in the mornings before the pavement heats up, but I make a point to pass this spot where he can get in to the river. Since my van is in the shop, we’ve exploring the places just outside of town but still reachable on foot. It’s nice how close the...
Jimmy
It’s been quite the year. I’m finally ready to start sharing a bit about what’s happened and changed within me. This time, I plan to actually write and share with honesty; not the thing I was doing before — hiding behind some semi-curated veneer of who I actually am for the sake of ignoring some...
Jimmy
Much of our homestead progress is punctuated by half victories. Toilet installed, leak in the shower Kitchen sink working, still no tile or stovetop Filling in ditches in the yard, perimetrical fence will take another month and Alqo naps in the street. Both of us feeling exhausted, Patricia...