Tag: Hermosa

You’ll Have to Pry This Cookie Gun From My Cold, Dead, Flour-Dusted Hands

At one point on Sunday afternoon, I was gathering and stacking wood while Tara was in the kitchen baking. Then I went downstairs to watch football while she busied herself doing laundry. Rarely have our gender roles been so clearly—and, it must be said, stereotypically—defined. It's not always like that. Honestly, it's rarely like that. … Continue reading You’ll Have to Pry This Cookie Gun From My Cold, Dead, Flour-Dusted Hands

There’s No Place Like Hermosa for the Holidays

Every year, come mid-July or so, I begin yearning for the holidays something fierce. There's nothing like triple-digit heat to make one long for mistletoe and holly and egg nog and yule logs. OK, maybe not yule logs when it's 102º in the shade. But everything else! And yet, more often than not, Christmas feels … Continue reading There’s No Place Like Hermosa for the Holidays