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Reflections in the Silver Cup

TO DRINK FROM THE SILVER CUP

THE TIE THAT BINDS

If you are raised on the Bible, you don’t just walk away, whatever anybody says.
~Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal



Just being in Gallup brings back so many memories like this one.
EXCERPT FROM Chapter 11 of To Drink from the Silver Cup:

There is a place in New Mexico where enormous red rock formations are shaped like great, splendorous rolling waves. After rain, the rocks are the deep maroon of a Cabernet. In the evening sun, they glow the gold of amber. On a winter day, they are flat pink, sometimes topped by snow. At the base of the rocks are salmon-colored sand dunes. It is across from these high desert waves that Rehoboth Mission lies. The Navajo name for Rehoboth is Tse Yaniichii’, meaning Where the Red Rocks End. In the summer between my junior and senior years of high school, these imposing rocks were separated from the mission compound only by Read More 
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TO DRINK FROM THE SILVER CUP

Ed's sign. Photo by Sonja Horoshko

BOOK TOUR JOURNAL 8
WHAT HAPPENED IN CORTEZ



What happened at my reading in Cortez, Colorado, was exactly what has happened at my other two readings: the people who needed to be there were the ones who showed up. But let me start at the Cortez beginning. The publicity was very good, netting me a print and a broadcast interview, although my press release did not make it into the one paper I’ve been told mattered most. On Saturday I drove up to the southern Colorado town with a friend from Shiprock—so great to have company as we wound through green mountain passes. Once there, we went out to dinner with two of our favorite artist friends, Sonja Horoshko and Ed Singer. Afterwards we strolled a few doors down to the San Juan Coffee Company, where Ed redid the street board as shown in the photo. Sonja helped me set up. I started the reading Southwest Time, known by other names, such as mañana. In other words, it was a tad late because I waited, in case more than five folks plus the owner might show. In the meantime, I finished a conversation with a prison-system nurse about the book and about a prisoner she thought might need to read it.

No one else came. It turned out that the folks who helped organize the event had forgotten that a countywide beer fest Read More 
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