Words count. Words mark our path in the dust. Neath the clear sky of my dusty land, I write now and then, for grins.
I grew up dreaming of Santa Fe: its clear skies, dry and odd-shaped landscapes, its culture, and even—what passed as, where I was—its food. Until, at twenty-three, I finally came home. A long path.
In 2003 I launched APFwebs. In 2006 I opened a blog. In 2013 the site became the blog. Or vice versa.
This moment took so long to come. But here I am now, and I can get around to what I was going to do. If only words could talk, they’d speak volumes. Listen.