by Malissa Kullberg on January 11, 2009
Once, as I purchased a writing book by a fellow named Peter Elbow, the literary savant at the till told me that such a name showed the author hailed from a family of writers (elbow?) Names have, at times, pointed to the family profession: thus, Coopers were barrel makers; Schiavo, slaves. In the show, Generations, [...]
by Malissa Kullberg on December 11, 2008
My first encounter with Santa Fe was in the Spring of 1980, when I flew out to visit a friend. On the shuttle from Albuquerque to Santa Fe, I couldn’t take my eyes off the vast, color-saturated sky and the roughly textured land, an interplay of greens and browns. Back then, there was hardly a [...]