South on the Mexican Border

Living here on the New Mexico/Mexico border again in my little casita on the desert with only solar for power and coyotes for company. The area has become a heavily militarized area, complete with tanks, soldiers, Minutemen, Border Patrol, State Police, undercover narcs with strange license plates on unmarked cars--a war zone against illegal human and drug smuggling.
I, like most village of Columbus residents, live my creative life while trying to keep the over zealous law enforcement officials off my personal radar. The summer of intense heat and "mustard bugs" has ended and now the veggies are springing back to life. Latent parsley has turned verdantly greeen; cilantro is thriving; grape tomatoes, staked next to a trellis by the honeysuckle, are scarlet marbles ready for plucking and halving for pico de gallo.
My gypsy life is lived in this rustic retreat in an intentional community, City of the Sun, founded over 70 years ago by visionaries--some looking for flying saucers and others taking guidance from channelers.
Now I am a freelance writer and photographer for the Deming Headlight and teach English as a Second Language two evenings a week for Western New Mexico University.
Life is good