Tag juan blea
Why the hell am I doing this? I’ve asked myself this question several times over the last few days and yesterday may have shed some light on my reasons. I sat down with a client and as we talked about… Continue Reading →
I need a literary agent. If I were to sell my house, I would call a real estate agent. If I wanted to buy insurance, I would go to an insurance agent. Well, although my writing resume is pretty good,… Continue Reading →
I’m a middle-ager who’s spent the huge majority of his adult life designing, building, and implementing large-scale software systems. And I am grateful for always having work and being able to do my work well. The software world has allowed… Continue Reading →
Without any doubt, Northern New Mexico owns the worst reputation for drug-related issues, as Rio Arriba County owns the state’s highest drug related death rate. Epidemiological data shows that we, as a community, MUST do something to try and get… Continue Reading →
The ghosts of our ancestors and the ghosts of lost land haunt the region and cast shadows that I believe we either do not sense or understand. Death lingers and taints the area’s present consciousness – we live painfully aware… Continue Reading →
Is there power in prayer? Well, if someone were religiously inclined, she would probably say, “of course!” But it’s not that simple to me. I am not religiously inclined. As a matter of fact, I don’t like religion of any… Continue Reading →
We lose our culture, we turn into a rock. We lose our language, we die. Think about it: A rock is nothing more than a song that’s frozen. All the vibrations that once came together seize and harden and simply… Continue Reading →
There seems to be a common perception that there’s reason to argue about “nature vs. nurture.” There isn’t. Neither genetics nor environment play a bigger role in human development. The reality that modern research is presenting is that the argument… Continue Reading →
I have no doubt that the story of opiate addiction in Northern New Mexico is a ghost story. The ghosts of our ancestors and the ghosts of lost land haunt the region and cast shadows that I believe we either… Continue Reading →
I am not a good storyteller. Although I do my best, it’s not easy for me to weave words into a set of beginnings, middles, and ends that envelop and transform readers. The problem with my limited capability is that… Continue Reading →
