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 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    July 21, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: Muck's a good thing - mud is just fine

And “the best things in life are dirty,” the gospel according to Ben Rumson (Lee Marvin) and Pardner (Clint Eastwood), words to live by from “Paint Your Wagon.” Amen. A lot of spiritual...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    July 14, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: Oh no, don't let the rain come down

The lyrics, “Ah, ha, oh, no, don’t let the rain come down, my roof’s got a hole in it and I might drown” woke me as once more waters pounded my roof and the lake of run-off lapped against the...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    June 23, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: 100 degrees of solitude

“So, Sondra, why aren’t you married?” Bonnie questions my back. There I am, lying unclothed on a bed, needles poking all over me, getting an acupuncture treatment for sciatica and related...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    June 16, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: When a crisis isn't a crisis

Back when people first began using e-books, I guess that is what one calls them, my daughter, Shea, said, “Mom, you are such a voracious reader. You should get one of these. You’d like it.”...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    June 2, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: Hard-headed woman finds treasure in backyard

Eureka. I’ve just discovered my backyard. That’s not to say I never knew I had a backyard. But I dismissed it. “Dismiss.” Hang onto that word. My first focus, of necessity, centered on my humb...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    May 26, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: Technology or inventiveness?

I treasure a postcard from Missoula in the early ’80s. The card pictures an earth-moving business in the background. In the foreground perches a stand from which the proprietor sells croissants. It...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    May 5, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: Trolling through the plaza Friday night

Last Friday the Casa de Cultura sponsored a Folklorico performance for the Etzatlan community. A stage dominated one corner of the square, with rows of folding chairs for the audience. Dance troups,...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    April 28, 2016

Looklng Out My Backdoor: A few of those things we think we need

At last, I have a working sink in the house. No more carting all food preparation items plus dishes before and after meals out to the outdoor sink on the patio. Josue has finished my kitchen...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    April 21, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: Hacking back my jungle, just one plant at a time

I walked around my coffee bush, checking out the blossoms and emerging beans. Actually, although I lust after it, the bush belongs to the neighboring property, now sitting empty. It doesn’t sooth...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    April 14, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: Exactly when I wanted to forget

Some days, despite all the good things in my life, I wake up and would rather crawl back into bed and pull the quilt over my head. Pity party is another word for the feeling. Party, well, yes, party....

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    April 7, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: Life among the elves in Etzatlan

I’ve always liked the story of the shoemaker and the elves. In the evening, before he retired, the old shoemaker cut the leather and prepared his work bench to stitch the shoes in the morning. In...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    March 31, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: A little paint covers a multitude of sins

Years ago, a builder said to me, “Paint covers a multitude of sins.” I didn’t need convincing. When I was a senior in high school, mere days before graduation and marriage, I rescued and...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    March 24, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: Starting over just one more time

“I need a wife,” Ellie wrote. I grinned. I don’t know how many times over the years I’ve been a single Mom and then later on, simply single, that I said those same words. We women keep an...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    March 17, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: Those evil twins, despond and despair

When I first visited Lani in Etzatlan, she made me welcome, but came close to threats, bribery and mayhem to convince me I should move to her town. Well, Heckle and Jeckle, I had been in Mazatlan...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    March 3, 2016

Looking Out My Backdoor: Quirks and vagaries of life and family

When I was a child growing up in Indiana, I loved Christmas for one reason: The mailman delivered the annual box of clothes sent by Aunt Ann, practically new hand-me-downs from cousin Nancie, a year...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    February 25, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: All I want to be is a simple wooden cross

Silly childhood ditties often carry substantial wisdom. Consider “Row, row, row your boat.” On second thought, I’ll come back to that in a moment. First I announced that I bought a finely...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    February 5, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: The good Lord willin' and the creek don't rise

Ai-yi-yi, but I had a difficult day. My theory is that misery is contagious. My neighbor Ted from Edmonton was griping about the rock bottom value of the Canadian dollar, which has been on a steady...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    January 28, 2016

Looking Out My Backdoor: I think I'll run for president

I’m thinking of running for president. You can’t run. You are too old and crippled. You walk with a cane. Walking doesn’t have the same elan. Listen: “I’m walking for president.” Who...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    January 21, 2016

Looking Out My Backdoor: Eating crow and liking it, baked in humble pie

I thought it wouldn’t matter. Under Arturo’s guidance I had been doing physical therapy twice weekly, for almost six months. I was walking strong and sure. When walking along the street I used my...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    January 14, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: Here is the fable of the magnificent white stallion

I can imagine life without my right arm. I experienced that for a few months. I can imagine life without a leg or even two. My experiential months altogether add up to a couple years. I coped. The...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    January 7, 2016

Looking Out My Back Door: Next year country - next year people

While I have great respect for the past, I am not one to yearn for olden days. Not for me the re-enactments of historical events. I’ve no desire to escape today’s trials through romanticizing the...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    December 31, 2015

Looking Out My Back Door: I am more than ready to be home

Three weeks ago I left the sunny climes of Mexico for the frigid badlands of the Yellowstone River around Glendive, one of the strangest trips I’ve traveled. As the holiday season which ends the...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    December 10, 2015

Looking Out My Back Door: Inevitability of life

This morning I sat waiting in the pulmonia outside the Mercado in Historico Old Town Mazatlan. The streets swarmed with carts, buses, autos, pedestrians and bicycles. I squinched my eyes and reduced...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    November 27, 2015

Looking Out My Back Door: True confessions amid a fiesta of my friends

When I was 11, 12, 13 and 14 I wanted to join a cloistered order of nuns. It was either a good thing or too bad that any order where I could have boarded for school and preparation was out of my...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    November 19, 2015

Looking Out My Back Door: We've come a long way, baby

The last time I went to a phone store (such a thing!) and asked for a dumb phone, one that just made and received calls, the young clerk looked at me with such pity and compassion, bordering on...

 

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