The wind slammed the door open. Heat from the fall sun rushed in and sucked all of the air out of the room. The blistering air seared my throat and vanquished the breath from my lungs. Groping on the ground for my gun, I knew what was next. They would scramble through the door looking to feast on the living. My fingernails scraped down the floor, searching for purpose, but my leg remained trapped underneath the debris. Hopelessness swirled in...

I never understood the statements, “faith can move mountains” or “have a little faith” until this day. Passing by my parked car on my bicycle, I began to curse and yell, all strictly within my head, lest I be taken off the biking trail for insane behavior. I had just biked 16 miles and when I saw my car partially blocked in, I decided an extra 4 miles would appease my irrational thought behavior. Instead, anger sped me on and all I could think...

I yelled and brought my husband close to see what the clamor was about. He looked at the object of my uproar, grunted, and walked away. Obviously, he did not share in my enthusiasm. My plant had birthed a baby leaf. You have to understand my house is where plants come to die. Every year, I go and find a Wandering Jew to take home. I find the most brilliant, thriving beautiful plant the one that I believe has the best chance for survival. They...

Last week, I took a walk with my sister over to the glass dump where there are layers of broken glass. Pieces thrown over time and broken into shards. It was one of the most beautiful days I have seen since I moved to Albuquerque five years ago. In the middle, of the glass dump, we were surrounded by Rio Grande Cottonwoods changing from the last shades of green to the deep color of golden rod. The rain was coming and so the skies were filled...

Legend has it that she stopped me on the trail as I was riding my bike and a friendship of a lifetime began.  I was riding on my bike to train for an upcoming bike trip to Amsterdam.  Introvert that I am and trying to hide the fact that I was dying for air, I kept my head down and didn’t say hi to anyone.  She would pass me by and say hi and the more I bicycled on the Bosque path the more I became familiar with her friendly salutations...

The tears blinded me as I looked into the rearview mirror. My reflection through the haze of mist and pain was that of a red-eyed monster with wild blonde hair. The car forced me to pullover. The door hinge screeched in protest as I pushed the door open. A dirt devil whirled around me and lashed my skin, then disappeared into the sky. My tongue tasted dirt and salt. Anger welled, the monster rose, and I kicked the front tire and beat on the...