Like Patsy Would

Really, all I used to do as a kid is teach my stuffed animals—and sing. Mary Poppins was my go-to, until I met Tammy and started singing “D-I-V-O-R-C-E” with gusto pre-teen. And then came Patsy…and I sang “Crazy” till I was blue. I was busted in high school gym...

Season of the Eclipse

I like to walk up to Cross of the Martyrs overlooking Santa Fe, where mountains wrap beyond my peripheral. Because I’ve needed faith these days, I’ve needed to trust, trust. It all moves so fast, I’m grateful for the cool mornings before the parties. It’s been a Bob...

Good Friends Good Music

I was watching the city lights come up over Los Angeles dusk a few weekends ago, a childhood friend making homemade pizza from her Echo Park kitchen… We blasted Chris Stapleton all weekend musing how we’ve traded in our Docs for cowboy boots and the old country...

Tis’ the Season

I love squealing with delight as the first hummingbird hits the feeder. The sounds of live music wafting from the plaza, and sun setting pink in the sky. I wonder why we get so trapped by labels and definitions, and the illusion of time when love—is everywhere…?...

Midnight with Natalie

I chose to meditate into 2018, up at a Zendo off Cerro Gordo in Santa Fe. Besides being nervous about how it was all done, my friend leaned over before the program started and whispered, “That’s Natalie Goldberg.” I starred in awe, remembering a college introduction...