Op-Ed

“To love and be loved” is something most people hope for. Love should be safe. It should feel kind and supportive. But far too often, the people we love the most are the ones who hurt us.

Letters to the Editor . . .

Dear Editor, We continue to read about devastation from wildfires and strong storms. Climate scientists say we will see more as a result of climate change.To reduce air pollution that causes climate change we must reduce carbon dioxide (CO2) emissions.

The Postscript

I knew it was going to rain. I looked up the weather before I headed out, and there was a 94% chance of rain at 7:00. That was precisely the hour I planned to walk home.“It’s going to rain,” I told my husband, Peter.“Not till later,” he said. “Google says it’s not going to rain until 9:00.”“Hmmm.”

Get Your H.A.T.

In 1950, Patricio Martinez, a prospector and sheepherder, made a groundbreaking discovery at Haystack Mesa in the San Juan Basin near Grants, New Mexico.This pivotal moment sparked a surge of prospecting and mining activity that lasted nearly three decades.

Travels in Grants

To love and be loved is one of life’s greatest gifts. So why do we hurt those we love? Logically, our helpmates are our most important relationships. The mutual self-giving strengthens us along life’s journey. Why would we constantly criticize? Why the angry tone of voice and look of contempt?

Op-Ed

Trump’s new prohibitions could prove as harmful as the misguided campaigns they were meant to arrest President Trump’s sweeping dictate to end what he terms “unlawful DEI practices” is meeting fierce resistance.

Op-Ed

Recently the New Mexico Ethics Commission sued a secretive, dark money group calling itself New Mexico Safety Over Profits (NMSOP) for violating state laws that require the disclosure of the source of funds used to influence legislation.The lawsuit alleges that NMSOP spent tens of thousands of...

Wayfinding

Anne Richie BalgosThis article begins a new series for this column. What started as 3:22: Ink Drops and Paper Scraps, a space for my after-school reflections, now gradually moves from the classroom into the world around me.

The Postscript

I am finally moving my clothes back into my closet.The back of my closet was the epicenter of the giant water leak of 2025, where the sprinkler pipe broke and flooded our condo.

State of Affairs

Over the Fourth of July weekend, a tragedy unfolded in the Texas Hill Country that demands our attention—not just for the heartbreak, but for the lesson it offers. Flash floods claimed the lives of at least 109 people, including dozens of children attending summer camp along the Guadalupe River.