Taos Pueblo, NM – July 21, 2003
One of the things I had always liked about him…[Click on image for more…]
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Santa Fe, NM – July 19, 2003
Matthew has the type of hands that look like elephants, because even though he isn’t that old, he has the wisdom of a thing that over time has grown tough skin and sad eyes. [Click on image for more…]
Roswell, NM – July 17, 2003
Javelina, it turns out, are not pigs. Javelina are members of the peccary family, a group of hoofed mammals originating in South America. My children are wanted to be javelina. [Click on image for more…]
Study Butte-Terlingua, TX – JULY 16, 2003
I’m listening to Hunter’s story about a cat’s tail being on fire. I motion for him to lower his voice because we’re on an airplane, and people on airplanes don’t want to hear about fires, but he says he needs to finish telling the story to prove his point. [Click on image for more…]
Terlingua Ghost Town/Big Bend National Park, Texas – July 15, 2003
Are my teeth black, she wants to know.
She has just eaten a half a pound of licorice bears. I let her do these things on long car rides, because when she is belted in she can’t get into too much trouble, and because the car is the only place on earth that it is legal and encouraged to strap your child to something else and make that thing go speeding past other speeding things. [Click on image for more…]
San Antonio, TX – July 14, 2003
Her husband is French, and he’s also an asshole. She calls him ma puce, which I understand means flea in French and which may apply in terms of him giving her an itch. [Click on image for more…]
San Antonio, TX – July 13, 2003
I’ve been taking a lot of baths lately. It might be because of my ears. [Click on image for more…]
Austin, TX – July 11, 2003
He called again the midnight I touched a coyote.
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Galveston to Austin, TX – July 10, 2003
Things I am afraid of, in no particular order:
1. Heights
2. Peanuts
3. Death by drowning
4. Pain
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Galveston, TX – July 9, 2003
I was hanging up posters about Nacho when I saw her. Nacho had been missing for three days, but Doris had been lost all her life. [Click on image for more…]
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