I love to write stories. These stories are pure joy for me. They bubble up from my dreams and my conversations with the ancestors as I walk the lands. These are here for you to enjoy with some chocolate, tea, some coffee spilled on the ground as an offering to the old ones. Some of the stories stand on their own. Others, it seems, are weaving together into a tapestry I don't have the plan for. May these stories spark your own souls in a good way, and may they honor the lands and ancestors that support my life.
On the Road with Corn Mother
A continually unfolding journey of mine has been the experience of "being found" and surprised by Corn Mother throughout key moments in my life. I am being slow-cooked in my relationship with this ancient mother. She long has been with me, but it wasn't until I moved back home to the Sonoran Desert that I heard her call to begin writing about her. I wrote an essay, Stone Woman, Corn Mother, about my homecoming to Corn Mother through my great-grandmother.
Below, please join me in my ongoing journeys with Corn Mother, an unfolding pilgrimage where she leads, and I follow.
The following stories are all about characters whose lives are changed through the arrival of Tropical Storm Octave in late September through early October 1983 in southern Arizona. While the human characters in these stories are fictional, the storm was real and resulted in the most devastating floods in Arizona's recorded history. New story threads are in the works.