I’ve always known that there are few people in this world, and in this country, and in the neighboring state of Texas, who do not know anything about New Mexico. Whenever I encounter someone in New England who has been to New Mexico, I’m overjoyed because it means they know where it is! Even my well-meaning, extraordinarily intelligent friends ask questions … Continue reading Ten Questions You Shouldn’t Ask a New Mexican
I finally made it home to New Mexico, where I sat open-mouthed in front of a Mexican food buffet and guzzled green chili, but it was a harrowing experience to get here. It began with a light snow. Actually, it began with my dad purchasing plane tickets for me, because he’s a benevolent soul and … Continue reading Thanks, American Airlines, for sucking.
I guess all my bragging about the warm New Mexican weather triggered karma into effect because it has snowed. Behold my view yesterday morning: When the weatherman predicts snow in Roswell, we don’t believe it. Six inches? HA! But snow it did, perhaps not six inches, but enough to bless the children with a snow … Continue reading Run, Forest. Run.