Lies I Told My Mother

Lies I Told My Mother

I have the best daddy in Texas. He works on a seismic crew for Mobil Oil Company, which means he looks for oil deep under the ground. He drives a company truck and parks it in front of our house every night. I love that truck filled with machines that have switches and knobs and bleeping green lights and paper that smells like ammonia. Sometimes he shoots wells with dynamite. I have dollhouses made of wooden boxes branded with the word EXPLOSIVE.

Canoeing in Utah

Canoeing in Utah

I spent a glorious week in May paddling a canoe one hundred miles with my eighteen-year-old, James. We traveled down the Green River in Utah to the confluence of the Colorado River and beyond. With each passing mile the canyon walls grew higher and deepened from golden to orange to ochre to red. I paddled in the bow; James paddled in the stern. In other words, James guided us down the river....