Lauryne Wright

I did the No Kings thing yesterday in Alamogordo, New Mexico, proud to be part of an estimated seven million passionately patriotic Americans across the nation.  And I’m so glad I didn’t let fear or cynicism stop me. Because it matters when we show up. It matters because being there brought hope, happiness, and unwavering […]

Saturday was a celebration of Southern New Mexico serendipities that began with a psychedelic sunrise over the Sacramento Mountains from my own front yard, culminating in the surreal, downright otherworldly, landscape of the Organ Mountains in Las Cruces. I embraced local authors, local artists, and local color that even included a lowrider in the historic

As I remain painfully aware of this presidential administration’s manufactured conflicts and outright constitutional corruption taking place in various locales, including the city of Portland, OR, where I have close ties, I’m also mindful of the monumental legal ramifications of the Texas trial regarding desperate Republican gerrymandering taking place in nearby El Paso—because the now

Last week I visited what is now White Sands National Park as of 2019, a wonderous and, quite frankly, seemingly otherworldly gift from white gypsum located in the Tularosa Basin of New Mexico, where I have also now resided four months and counting. I’d been to the park when it was still a national monument

On Thursday I read an online Writer’s Digest article one week after it was posted on 9/11. Not only was “The Healing Power of Fiction: Turning Pain into Prose,” by author and peace negotiator Somia Sadiq, well-timed after a difficult two weeks, it also stood out as perhaps the most profound and validating piece ever

Desperately looking for news this morning that wasn’t distressing, I stumbled upon the latest from NASA, which announced last week that its Perseverance rover (love that name) found rocks representing, “The clearest sign of life that we’ve ever found on Mars.” Boy howdy, as my Other Worldly series persevering protagonist Rowan Layne would say. Given

Needing a break from the onslaught of traumatic headlines, today I read an essay titled, “Why do we collect things?” It came from Substack in the weekly Cazadora newsletter by Elsie Morales, this one from August 27, 2025, and it resonated on myriad levels. This piece about “things we keep”  sprang from a writer who

No sooner did I write about the National Environmental Policy Act (NEPA) throwing a damper on the construction and operation of a detention facility dubbed Alligator Alcatraz in Florida last week, when the whole shebang of a shitshow resurfaced much closer to my new residence. Last week the dubious Department of Homeland Security up and

Last week a federal judge determined that the State of Florida and the current presidential administration—aka thug regime— violated the National Environmental Policy Act (NEPA) by building what’s known as Alligator Alcatraz, ordering the despicable state-run immigration detention center be dismantled. The uplifting legal ruling requires detainees at this horrific inhumane hellhole to be moved

This is a serendipitous story that goes back more than ten years, but ends up where I have landed most recently, in the White Sands area of southwestern New Mexico. On this Sunday morning, I decided to tackle unpacking two boxes of small, framed pictures and photos, because I have a lot of them from