My mother whispered assurances that Ella was not going to die. I kept crying. She then excused us from our table and I followed her into the Powder Room. She sat me on a chaise lounge and wiped my tears. The expansiveness of the Powder room, compared to the ones today, was like bein...
Then our friends and our family drove up north to Chimayo, a tiny village onthe High Road to Taos. Chimayo is famous for its church and restaurant. We parked in the parking lot and made our way to the church. What I love about Chimayo is that it has the feel of Mexico or Spain....