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 conditioning vents for most of my journey from Tucson to Tombstone–a distance of a little over seventy… Read More
Life doesn’t always take you down familiar roads or to happy places. Sometimes you end up on a highway with a lot of potholes and no rest stop in sight. This year, I found myself on one of those unexpected trips, driving away from the salty sea air and into the dusty desert for what would be and still continues to be, the beginning of a transformational period of my life.