Wilted Dandelions. By Netta Hetrick …a recipe on page 27 of Debbie Allen’s 1993 Cookbook: “Seasoned with Love.” As is my tradition each spring now that Mom and Dad have passed, I make a “mess” of Wilted Dandelions from the first crop of these nutritious greens most people hate to see growing in their yard. […]
My name has come up, but not my number: I am to check in every day after 4:30 to learn if/when I am to report. So with my life literally ‘on hold,’ a neighbor tries to assure me that once I turn seventy, I will no longer be expected to serve. If that is true, […]
The Sandy Hook school shooting so undid me that I frantically started knitting. I gathered up all the yarn left over from previous projects and began making child-sized scarves. I didn’t know what else to do in the face of such tragedy. Of course I signed every on-line petition that called for dealing with the […]
If one day we stand together at the Pine Creek trailhead, looking down the steep gravel slope, and think we see nothing….utterly nothing…but a desolate desert landscape, we’ll head down that trail that will take us to remnants of yesterday’s Ice Age, slip on the gravel until we come to the smoother multi-colored layers of […]
For the Beauty and Bounty of the Earth and the celebration of it by our Paleo-Indian ancestors
While journaling in this morning’s pre-dawn (I ‘pray’ with a pen), it ‘came’ to me: Mother Nature herself is participating in this election cycle, from Hurricane Isaac’s disruption of BOTH political party conventions to Super Storm Sandy’s devastation. Might this suggest that the 5000 year battle between the Mother goddess and a Father god has […]
Affirmation comes in many forms. Around 30 like-minded people visited our place on Saturday to ask questions about the recent changes we’ve made to retrofit this 1974 home for more sustainable living. Of the 14 homes on the 2012 Colorado Renewable Energy Society’s (CRES) Sustainable Living tour, this year ours turned out to be the […]
Out for my morning walk before dawn in order to beat the heat, I make my way through my Sun City, Summerlin, neighborhood. At the bottom of my street, I follow a glistening rivulet of water running in the gutter for three long blocks to its source: it is coming off a plot of lush […]
Like the Republican Vice Presidential nominee, I too studied the works of Ayn Rand in my youth. I read all her books, took courses on her philosophy, attended workshops around her ideas; I even heard her lecture in person in Boston in 1968. Unlike Paul Ryan, however, I outgrew Rand’s rigid world-view before I turned […]