Nereida Correa One of my first patients was a kind, and gentle man who was a bartender, well known and well liked by all who knew him. He showed up to the emergency room with shortness of breath and lungs filled with fluid that we drained so that he could...
Gina T. Ogorzaly “Oh, you’re from Albuquerque? Do you have messies?” “I’m not sure what you mean by messies. What is that?” My partner and I were in a taxi cab in New York City, chatting with the driver on our way to the Moynihan train station. We thought...
Mary Van Pelt My archive of personal letters, original drafts and unfinished projects is preserved at the bottom of the Rio Grande County Landfill somewhere between Del Norte and Monte Vista, Colorado. The archive consists of boxes of various sizes, approximately 7.5...
Rebecca Jo Dakota Gardens are an act of hope and faith, of course, but also of continuity and loyalty. Somehow the memory of fresh peas, plucked from a farm field owned by my grandparents’ neighbors, saturated me with such pleasure that every March, in spite...
Laura Civitello It’s not my garden, it’s her garden. We met half my life ago and immediately felt oddly related, like long lost cousins. We became sisters over time. I’ve known this garden for half my life, too, in all its iterations. It was more ambitious,...
Susan Troy When Spring approaches, I typically begin the process of planning the garden: Which rotations will be necessary, which seeds to start, amendments to add, fences to repair – all the necessary tasks to feed and nurture another season’s bounty. But...
