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The sublime and the frightening

I would like to tell you that my trip time in Washington is all sublime, that every moment is perfection, that my head is in the clouds with happiness. You would call me out on it, right? You might...

 

Looking out my Back Door: Little things mean a lot

When one has pared one’s life down to the bare essentials, little things take on incredible importance. I arrived in Mexico City with 40 minutes to make my connection. Airports are designed in such...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Girl on bike, woman in red car

It’s a mystery. I hear Jack Webb’s voice (Sgt. Joe Friday) in my ear. “Just the facts, Ma’am. Just the facts.” July 25, a sweltering sunny afternoon, my granddaughter Antoinette, rode her...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Where lines converge

When passing by a mirror this morning, I thought, “Lord, oh dear, I’m composting.” Well, aren’t we all but that’s no consolation. Which thought led me to a memory that shook me to my bones....

 

Looking out my Backdoor: The wrath of Ralph

Rule No. 1: Never write when sick. Rule No. 2: Do whadevah ya gotta do. It’s a virus, I’m sure. Caught it from a hug from Josue, who thought he’d eaten bad mangoes. Four days ago. Mangoes good....

 

Looking out my Backdoor: The PO, a prayer and poetry

I live at #3 Nopales on a small piece of the Rancho Esperanza set aside for a dozen or so retirement homes. That’s the sum total of any pretense to an Americano community in this still traditional...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    July 26, 2018

Looking Out My Backdoor

I woke from my dream with that southern hill-country woman’s voice in my ear. The voice, the memory, from past years, was triggered in that non-linear way of memories, by a phone conversation with my daughter the previous day. My oldest granddaught...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    July 19, 2018

Looking out my Backdoor: Slantways, like a crow

That morning, while eating a plata de fruta on the patio, ten feet from the incoming tide, a family of Tenates, Grackles to you and me, swooped onto my table. They look like ill-groomed clowns, like...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    July 12, 2018

Looking out my Backdoor: I'm not there; I'm here

I like to mix my metaphors. Images impossible evolve. In partnership with Jim I bought a pig-in-a-poke, a hot tub that wasn’t working when we bought it. Between Jim’s persistence and Josue’s...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    July 5, 2018

Looking out my Backdoor: Everything changes

Remember when the Big Store in Havre was Buttrey’s? What a magnificent place to shop, in the Atrium, with an escalator. That was truly “down town”. And Havre boasted many, many smaller stores,...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    June 28, 2018

Looking out my Backdoor: Overload-Where's the off switch?

It’s my own fault, of course. I’ve hit the wall. Can’t go any further. A day of rest would do wonders. Two days might put me back to myself. If I’m not myself, who am I? I feel like a brainles...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    June 21, 2018

Looking out my backdoor: Just blindly bumping along

Went to the artisans' tianguis (street fair) in Tonala and got me a man. Yep, brought home a genuine Mexican man. Next I wrote to my women friends and you should have heard the response. Oh, my. I...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    June 14, 2018

I love a rainy night

By the time I got from beneath my covered patio to my front door, a few steps, I was drenched and dripping rain. Already the floor filled with standing water, a shallow lake, half-way across the...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    June 7, 2018

Looking out my backdoor - As the worm turns

Paradise. Yes, I live in a garden of Paradise. I suppose there is a snake in every garden. My snake is gray. Pure deep gray with diamond shaped markings like fish scales. I’m told he is harmless. Ev...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    May 31, 2018

Looking out my Backdoor: A pig in a poke

We didn’t exactly buy it sight unseen. Well, I suppose I did. My half. Unseen. Last winter, Jim, a neighbor here on the rancho, and I began hankering (that word generally precedes a pig in a poke)...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    May 24, 2018

Looking out my Backdoor: Looking for wormy apples

Have you ever woken up with a sense of impending doom — for no apparent reason? That’s my story today. Could be I’m asking for trouble. Could be the shadows I sense hovering around the edges of...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    May 17, 2018

'I Love You - You're Perfect - Now Change'

The delightful musical comedy by the above name is about people in love. It’s not quite the same thing, but my perfect love is my garden. Not a month ago, I said to Leo, my garden helper, “I’ve...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    May 10, 2018

Looking out my Backdoor: My romance with trains

I’m angry. It’s selfish of me, but I worked myself up into a right little snit when I heard Amtrak is cutting service in Havre. Please, no, not an unmanned station. Selfish, I admit. In my...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    May 3, 2018

Looking out my Backdoor: Out behind the barn

Broken bones. Missing parts. Titanium joints. Scraped eyeballs. A gimp, a limp and a cane. Moving more slowly every day. “Pain is a brute dictator,” said Dr. Backman, the quiropractico I saw this...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Simply life and the little things

My friend Dick is gone from our lives. We feel sad. We feel relieved he no longer suffers. We feel guilty we couldn’t take away his pain and confusion. We will miss him, his kindness, his...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Seeing through other eyes

We don’t see ourselves. We aren’t able. Even surrounded by walls of mirrors, we only see glimpses and reflections. And I’m talking broad scope here. Not just the outside package of who I am....

 

Looking out my Backdoor: It's my party and I'll cry if I want to

Setenta tres. Seventy-three. I bought a fancy chocolate cake yesterday at my favorite pasteleria. I’m invited to dinner at John and Carol’s house tonight. Nobody knows it’s my birthday and I...

 
 By Sondra Ashton    Opinion    April 5, 2018

Looking out my Backdoor: Iguanas and other sentient life

That iguana spit on me today. I stood below him, next to the wall in my front-patio courtyard, watching him soak up the sun. He turned his head, looked me in the eye, and spit. Well, that’s a fine...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: My simple life in purple contemplation

This morning after Qi Gong, I told Jim, “I write my column today and my mind is blank. ” “Easy,” his reply. “Write about purple.” We were beneath the Jacaranda, which this week is a purple...

 

Looking out my Backdoor: Spring blooms, breathes and blows recklessly

Two weeks ago the neighboring trees out my east window were naked sticks. Today the same sticks are tricked out in every shade of leaf, heavy with green. Most trees here shed their leaves in spring;...

 

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