How Eating Tacos Made Me a Better Person

How Eating Tacos Made Me a Better Person

When I arrived in Santa Fe last year, it was apricot season. It seemed as though the trees lined every single street, the fruit ripe enough to fall to the ground in sunset-orange smatters. In Taos, and a store owner offered me a whole box of them: he couldn’t...
The Life-Changing Magic of Game Night

The Life-Changing Magic of Game Night

My 29th birthday was a pretty bad day. I’d only been in Santa Fe for a couple of months, and I work from home — so my pool of local friends was pretty shallow. The one person I’d had been hanging out with the most was out of town for the weekend, so...
Hello, I’ve Gained Some Weight

Hello, I’ve Gained Some Weight

Maybe it was finally quitting my frenetic life of globetrotting, or the early fruition of 30’s promised metabolic slowdown. Maybe it was plain old winter, the Santa Fe chill covering me over and turning my bed into an icebox. Maybe it was — okay, part of...
Santa Fe: A Love Letter

Santa Fe: A Love Letter

I live in this place with its piñon and juniper, its low, sagebrush scent persisting even through the snow — its tap water tooth-hurtingly cold come winter, the air so dry it’ll peel your skin clean off. It puts tubes of hand lotion in my bathroom, my car,...