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“ Green’s prose is tender and keenly observant . . . . A fascinating and frequently moving novel of family and geology.”
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Sky Blue Pink with Yellow Polka Dots
I thought I was going to write about blue today, but it's going to be sky blue pink with yellow polka dots instead. When I was a kid, if you asked my dad what his favorite color was, sky blue pink with yellow polka dots was his answer. Maybe that gives you a sense of...
Vishnu Schist and Zoroaster Granite
Sometimes I don’t hold the rock, it holds me. Some rocks don’t get stuffed into a pocket, then put on a shelf. Sometimes I nestle into a nook where I fit as well as a rock might fit in my hand, and make a memory to hold. Last October, backpacking into the inner gorge...
Magic Carpet
Kagán is a bluewater cruiser, a stout and seaworthy sailboat. If we, her crew, are prepared and courageous enough, she can take us around the world. The sailing instructor who gave me the know-how and instilled me with the confidence to singlehand Kagán when I took...
The Gift of Geologic Time
Waking before dawn with today’s to-do’s scrolling through my mind, I felt choked up just brewing a cup of tea – compile tax info, update Dad’s expenses, call the accountant, brush the dog, vacuum up the dog hair, do the laundry, work a closing shift at the bookstore,...
Going Slow
I feel like I'm going in three directions at once these busy holiday days, all at 75 miles per hour. It got me thinking about life on the boat, where 6 knots (that's almost 7 mph) under sail feels fun and fast. On an early July day last summer, Eric, his son John, and...
Dogs don’t wait…
…to accept what is. My old dog, Sandy, is almost thirteen. We walk together nearly every day on the trails at the base of the Sandia Mountains for which he is named. These days his walk can wobble. When a jackrabbit crosses his path, he speeds up to a teetering trot,...
Quartz
Most geologists I know have desks and shelves in their offices and homes littered with rocks and minerals. We're perpetual kids who never give up our rock collections. One morning in the late '80's, I stood beside the desk of my officemate, Mike. He was telling me...
Summer Home
I unzip the door of the giant blue canvas cover that blankets her through the winter, and step up onto the deck of the boat I’ve called my summer home for twelve years. Soon, the work will begin, but I settle for a moment in the blue-tinged light of the cockpit. I am...
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