John and I are getting ready for the Super Bowl. You probably think that means John is grooming giant avocados to sell at the Frontier Mart, and he is. He’s been moving … Continue reading
What I wanted for Mother’s Day was a weed whacker — one of those machines where the nylon fishing line spins around and cuts weeds. For days ahead of time, family members … Continue reading
I haven’t worked at Frontier Mart for more than a week now and that sets a record. I haven’t been there because I recently had knee replacement surgery and I’m not exactly … Continue reading
Grand dogs are like grandchildren.We’re supposed to spoil them and send them home to their parents. This weekend we have our grand dog, Jax Waszak, not to be confused with Jack Waszak … Continue reading
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Though I am a cat lover, my asthma makes it impossible for me to own a cat, so I fell into an ill-advised relationship with some feral cats who live in the … Continue reading
I recently left the Frontier Mart for a weekend to attend my fiftieth high school reunion. When I walked in, I thought I was in the wrong place because everyone looked so … Continue reading
My three grandsons were recently here for an extreme weekend. Last summer they moved from Albuquerque to Dallas and we’re still getting used to the fact that we see each other infrequently … Continue reading
In Corrales, fish swim in the irrigation ditches and fishermen with muddy shoes come into the FrontierMart looking for bait. “We don’t have any,” I tell them. “Too bad,” they say. “You … Continue reading
Every spring I take stock. I look around my village to see what has changed since this time last year. The feed store still sells baby chicks. Someone plowed the fields at … Continue reading