Walking alone: Conclusion
Frank Cipriani’s house was what’s called Santa Fe style, a cross between 21st century Beverly Hills and 18th century Spanish America. It had a flat…
mountain musing
Next to Normal: an emotional wallop
Whomp! The audience gasps. Slam! the audience laughs. Smash! The audience is on the verge of tears. “Next to Normal,” the Pulitzer Prize and Tony…
Where the train no longer stops
At noon the main street is so silent and empty that my wife and I walk down its center and chat quietly without fear of…
Sampling the future on stage
Trying to stage a play in 10 minutes seems to me much like trying to pour a fifth of wine into a six-ounce glass. There’s…
Exploring wonderland
When I was driving across the red rock and canyon desert of central Utah last month, a stunning barrier suddenly blocked my way. It reared…
Wrong Twin, part 2
It’s been a month now and my husband Julian’s twin brother Jules is still staying with us. My husband is getting restless with all the…
Wrong Twin, Part 1
Jules and Julian were born seven minutes apart and had the same mother and father, but they were adopted into different families and lived most…
Walking the Sandias
Any good hiking guide must answer two questions: why go and and how to go. All the rest—maps, photos, trail descriptions, colorful anecdotes, historical background—are…
Thoughts of a wood splitter
On a recent morning I picked up the heavier, the more serious of my two axes, strode over to the wood pile and set to…
When fools fall in love
The three-word title tells you most of what you need to know about Sam Shepard’s brief, tightly wound drama, now at Albuquerque’s Adobe Theater. The…