More than just a museum. Much more.

It’s called the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum, but it’s so much more than what you’d typically imagine when hearing the word museum. It’s also a zoo, botanical garden, art gallery, natural history museum, and aquarium! I’ve gone twice now, and have yet to see it all, making it one of my favorite places in Tucson to explore […]

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Walking in the garden with a lizard or two

Thanks to a tip from Tucson blogger Cactus Haiku, I’m headed to my local branch of the Pima County Public Library to investigate their selection of Culture Passes. I’m not sure how I’ve managed to live in Tucson for over a year and not known that I could’ve been visiting museums and gardens or attending […]

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An introvert discovers a rainforest and an ocean in the middle of the desert

Driving north on Oracle for some time, the smoothly paved, multi-lane road brings me closer and closer to my next adventure with each passing minute. The word oracle has a particularly good vibe to it, I think—or maybe I’m simply associating it with a familiar blockbuster movie or two. (My brain tends to hold onto […]

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An introvert in the desert…in need of something green

The morning’s air is heavy with smoke from a nearby brush fire, and an unusually large cluster of dragonflies are jiggling together rather nervously, mid-air, near my front door. Stepping out of my apartment, I wonder what kind of day this is going to be. The days leading up to this one have been the […]

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Searching for a memory in Tombstone, Part II

I’m laughing at myself as I drive towards the center of Tombstone from Boothill Cemetery. It’s taken me all of two minutes to make the trip, yet, for some reason, I still had to ask my phone for directions before driving. Yes, in case you were wondering, there are plenty of signs between these two points […]

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Searching for a memory in Tombstone

I’m standing outside Boothill Cemetery studying its surrounding walls, trying to match what I see with a memory from my childhood. I’ve just traveled along a dusty desert road. The toxic, nostril burning smell of a skunk (who has met an unfortunate end sometime earlier in the morning, I’m sure), leaks through my car’s air […]

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