Letter from Home appears weekly in Flagstaff Live! each Thursday, and is written by a rotating cast of Flagstaff-based writers, including Tony Norris, Shonto Begay, Jean Rukkila, Peter Friederici, Darcy Falk, Laura Kelly, Kate Watters, Margaret Erhart, Allison Gruber, Stacy Murison, and an occasional guest writer. Click the Read More button below any of these posts to read the full version and view any images that the authors have shared.

 

All Mirrors

Posted by on Oct 31, 2024 in Column, Katie King | Comments Off on All Mirrors

All Mirrors

At the hot, laid-back music festival in Arcosanti last month, I was struck by Angel Olsen’s haunting lyric: “All we’ve done here is blind one another,” from her song, Lark, on the 2019 album All Mirrors. Words have always resonated deeply with me, often overshadowing everything else in a piece of music. Olsen’s ethereal, brass tacks voice—both frank and dreamy—floats me right into the heart of my indie music sweet-spot. Her words echo a duality I can’t help but contemplate. Blinding someone can be a protective act, shielding them from...

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Mess

Posted by on Oct 24, 2024 in Column, Margaret Erhart | Comments Off on Mess

Mess

The story goes that when my father’s parents divorced when he was eight, the reason given was not infidelity, moral lassitude, or drunkenness, but messiness. Theirs was an example of the inability of two people to share a life when one was messy and one was neat. There are many apocryphal stories in my family and this may be one of them, but I suspect there’s truth at its core. I remember my grandfather as a buttoned-up man whose passion was fishing. He tied his own flies—an incredibly exacting art—and was a beautiful skier. If you could meet...

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A book, a garden, a life

Posted by on Oct 17, 2024 in Column, Stacy Murison | Comments Off on A book, a garden, a life

A book, a garden, a life

I had the privilege of introducing a friend at her book launch celebration in Flagstaff a few weeks ago. I admire her writing, and her. The essay she read that night is one that I teach in my class. Seeing the essay as part of a whole collection—a book that I could hold in my hands—delighted me. Many will now get to read her beautiful words and ideas. A friend sidled up to me after the reading and asked, “when is your book coming out?” I never know how to answer this question. The lack of a published book by me is not for lack of trying. I...

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Wild Horses

Posted by on Oct 10, 2024 in Column, Laura Kelly | Comments Off on Wild Horses

Wild Horses

On a July day before my fifth grade school year began, Mom and Dad circled my three brothers, my sister and me. They told us we were moving to Indiantown, a one-stoplight village in rural South Florida. We’d be moving in a week to my grandfather’s cattle ranch, which was acres of palmetto scrub. We’d live in a doublewide trailer encircled by some scraggly pine trees in the agricultural flatlands that are the interior of southern Florida. Indiantown is a former Seminole Indian trading post, a midway point between the Atlantic Ocean and Lake...

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Some Things Fade

Posted by on Sep 26, 2024 in Column, Michael Wolcott | Comments Off on Some Things Fade

Some Things Fade

Shady Acres was exactly what I needed in August of 1995. That spring I had been living out of my pickup truck while waiting tables at Grand Canyon. In July I quit the job and set out to bicycle across the Great Basin desert–a fool’s errand writ large. On the afternoon that I peddled into Laughlin, NV, the temperature spiked at 117 degrees. Four searing days and 200 miserable miles later, I called my best friend in Flagstaff, pleading for a rescue. She obliged, and on the drive back from Nevada mentioned that the cabin next to hers...

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The Testiest Prodigal Daughter

Posted by on Sep 19, 2024 in Column, Katie King | Comments Off on The Testiest Prodigal Daughter

The Testiest Prodigal Daughter

Let me introduce myself. I moved to this area in 1996, growing up with this column as a familiar voice. I’m feeling like I finally got invited to a cocktail party because it was weird not to. My son and I went to Jerome’s second annual music festival last weekend; we enjoyed the temperature in the shade and the jaunty vibrations of Jerome’s relaxed haunting. I watched the frisbee being tossed across the street in the same way I may head nod to a particularly chilling folk ballad. The music festival on wrap-around winding streets got me...

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Way Stations Remembered; One traveler’s tollbooth fandom

Posted by on Sep 12, 2024 in Column, Margaret Erhart | Comments Off on Way Stations Remembered; One traveler’s tollbooth fandom

Way Stations Remembered; One traveler’s tollbooth fandom

Every summer I make a pilgrimage to New England where I did some of my growing up. In a rented car I drive the familiar roads of Massachusetts and Maine, reacquainting myself with humidity and the color green. The farther north I go the fewer people there are, and along the coast the air cools and becomes salty. I don’t pull off the highway to find a bowl of fish chowder or a lobster roll, though I wish I were the kind of person that did that even just once. One thing I’ve learned about travel is it puts you right up against who you are,...

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Beauty and fear go with the job; Sweet dreaming follows

Posted by on Sep 5, 2024 in Column, Jean Rukkila | Comments Off on Beauty and fear go with the job; Sweet dreaming follows

Beauty and fear go with the job; Sweet dreaming follows

​Stepping to each direction, pausing with both hands on the catwalk railing, softening my eyes, I pour all of me into one leg, then the other. My day on duty at the fire lookout begins with looking in the four directions before calling the dispatcher, “Flagstaff, Turkey Butte.” ​“Turkey Butte.” ​“I’m in service, winds NW at six, precip .35 inches.” ​He reads it back. Elden, O’Leary and East Pocket lookouts report their rain which I jot down, interested in the on-going story of moisture in the woods over summer. Then I put on my good...

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Talk Me Through It; Remembering Phil Donahue

Posted by on Aug 29, 2024 in Column, Laura Kelly | Comments Off on Talk Me Through It; Remembering Phil Donahue

Talk Me Through It; Remembering Phil Donahue

Phil Donahue, whose 29-year, groundbreaking talk show spanned from the late 60s to the late 90s, died a few weeks ago at the age of 88. Headlines called him a talk show icon, a free speech champion, a pioneer. His New York Timesobituary dubbed him the king of daytime television. When Donahue began his show in Ohio in 1967, Lyndon Johnson was president, the Vietnam War was in its twelfth year, the first Super Bowl was played, Aretha Franklin released “Respect,” the Big Mac was created, and Elvis and Priscilla Presley married. My mother was 32;...

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Early

Posted by on Aug 22, 2024 in Column, Peter Friederici | Comments Off on Early

Early

In August, the ticking of the world’s clocks grows ever louder. In part that’s due to the looming closeness of the school year, a tangled cliff that’s always been present at the edge of summer’s smooth plateau (and that through my lifetime has come to begin ever earlier). This is my fault: I have clearly exacerbated my sense of summer’s mortality by choosing a career at a university, where I get to experience over and over again the mingled stress and excitement, the do-I-really-want-to-be-here-again doubt, that comes of the ever-renewed and...

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