Artemisia

In which my youngest son learns about ability and teaches me about motivation.

A 1970’s Guatemalan jungle honeymoon. Bad water, Mayan ruins, good friends, lost seats, and skinny-dipping with predatory fish.

I spend a weekend with a school mate on a South Louisiana farm at nut-cuttin' time.

In which I introduce three Ecuadorian compadres to the beauty of Joffre Glacier. What could possibly go wrong?

Junior High days in Houston, Texas.

You can give a boy a shoeshine kit but you can't change the fact he's a hunter/gatherer.

An unexpected gig in North Vancouver. The medicine was strong that night. It was better than church.

While studying up how to be safe in the woods, I hurt myself at home.

Paying my respects to one of my guiding hands. Compadre, you’re with me everyday and I could never fill up your boots.

Swimming at gunpoint in Beaumont, Texas, a side trip to the Alamo and playing Red’s last requested songs on the Greyhound.

When you account for your ancestors, you are never alone. When you account for their foes, you need to watch your six.

In a play ground in Louisiana, I become a medicine boy and have my first fight. Magic is science not yet understood.