Mountain Gazette

MG 40 cover“Love, Part 2: Now”
It was early September in 2009. I was a divorcee living in Moab, Utah. I was writing, editing, working at the thrift store and the library, trying to make meager ends meet in a tourist town known for its difficulty producing a living wage. Read more…

MG 190 cover“Wandering Sacred Shores”
Dawn found us perched at cliff’s edge, overlooking the Pacific. The pangas were long since out on the water, searching for gilled prey, and the tiny cinderblock-built fishing camp was ghostly quiet. Even the resident dogs held a seemingly respectful silence… Read more…

MG 188 cover“Forgetting in a Landscape of Memory”
Upon our arrival in the canyon, with an evening chill following our footsteps down the steep grade, he confided that he might be suffering from Alzheimer’s. His eyes brimmed over, even as he laughed at the realization’s awkward profundity. I tried to comfort him, to hug him — as his trip leader and as a stranger. He pushed me away. Read more…

MGDec2011Navigate“Navigating the Darkness”
New Year, midnight, alone. Standing atop a 70-foot concrete arrow pointing west. The nearby revelry drifted in and out of my awareness on winter’s whispery breath. Aerial explosions suddenly illuminated my surroundings: rocky cliff, creosote, curve of the Virgin River. And the incongruous arrow. Read more…
MGNov2011Bar“When in Doubt, Pee on the Fire”
Beyond the service industry shroud, there is madness and mayhem in Moab. Within each river guide, shuttle driver, restaurant server, bike mechanic and hotel operator, there exists an undercurrent of something more…
MGJuly11Meander“Meander: A History”
There is a buried and meandering channel of history moving unseen through the Moab Valley’s narrow, rimrock embrace. It curves through eras of rock art and warpaint, medical research and industrial warfare, salvation through service and damnation in detention. Read more…
MGApril11Hikers“A Hiker’s Guide to the Desert”
Wherever you are right now, drive 14 miles. Depending on the direction you’re coming from, you’ll either turn right or left at the fourth unmarked dirt road. Follow this road until it forks. Turn and drive toward the sun — east or west, depending on the time of day. Read more…
MGOct2010Swallows“Hope is the Thing with Feathers”
The violet hour belongs to swallows. This is the evening span when canyon walls glow with an interior luminosity, when the setting sun simply cannot account for the wash of colors across the land — colors that exist for this one expansive moment each day, hues that Crayola finds impossible to ensnare in wax. Read more…
MGJuly2010Beer“In Praise of Mystery and Beer”
Chacos, water and Triscuits. Such was the extent of our gear for the day. The plan was to be out in this remote desert canyon for the morning and early afternoon: dipping toes in the silty-swollen creek, lazily wandering up a side canyon or two… Read more…
“Accumulating Prayers”
Mountain Gazette, July 2007
 
“Waking Up to Ebony Existence”
Mountain Gazette, Nov. 2006