We receive Shirley's final gift, and are grateful.

Once more, we ask what right we have to be happy in New Mexico.

We travel to Albuquerque's Old Town, meet artists, and buy art.

We travel to the New Mexico Museum ...and enounter the Marmons.

Shirley's service...and the tomb is always empty.

You’ll remember I’m writing about our trip to Albuquerque where we were to attend the memorial service of Martha’s good friend, Shirley. I had just gotten us to the AirB&B, a Casita just off Mountain Road. That night, we slept well...which also surprised me. Sometimes, one of or both us has trouble sleeping in a new place and after travel. But not that night. We were off to dreamland by bullet train and didn’t stir until dawn. Here's a snap of a slightly amused Martha at the

You’ll recall that I’m talking about our recent (short) trip to New Mexico for a friend’s memorial service. And I had just gotten us to our AirB&B, which was a little Casita...a little house, a Casa-ita...on Mountain Road, just up from Old Town and the city’s museums of art and natural history. And the Casita was, well, quite literally lovely. Even in the dark we could tell that. It was a frame and stucco house of the sort that’s quite common in New Mexico, and which is suppo

So I’m picking up from where I left off talking about our trip to New Mexico to celebrate our friend Shirley’s life... We picked up our rental car and soon were on our way. We hadn’t had much notice before our trip, but, with her usual skill in such matters, Martha had been able to find an AirB&B -- basically a Casita in the back of a house just off Mountain, and very near Old Town. We didn’t know what quite what we getting, but we figured any port in a storm. Martha at the H

We expected that trip to New Mexico to be hellish. In fact, it was anything but...

How an old friend got us back to New Mexico for reasons both sad and sweet.

A brief sketch of the Linda Yiannakis, a charming person, and a talented writer.