Training Wheels

Santa Fe has some very cramped parking lots, one of which I navigate every Thursday with a minivan full of teenagers. We grab coffee and chai at Downtown Subscription—the best place in town to handle a gaggle like us—as a treat after visiting Wood Gormley Elementary,...

Joyless Ride

“Think I should ask someone for a ride?” my wife Lala asked. Our car had broken down on our way to the airport, and we were panicking on pueblo land. The woman at the gas station said the closest taxis were idling 40 miles south in Albuquerque. My daughter...

Fork in the Road

“Dad, can we go to Forks?” my daughter Poppy asked. I knew she meant business because she added “please,” a word she’s just about eliminated from her teenage lexicon. “No way.” We were still safe in our home in New Mexico, poring...

Behind The Music

When I was in college, my friends and I would spend hours (some of them sober) poring over lyrics in songs, trying to decipher what Michael Stipe was mumbling on Radio Free Europe. For some reason, REM spoke to us like the Holy Spirit, and the best decoding happened...

Stranger Than Fiction

The academic year is dying a slow death and the final book on my syllabus is The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. For those who don’t roll with the academic gangstas, Twain’s novel is one of the most controversial in American Literature, topping the banned book list....