Tama Janowitz

Before Robert and I moved to the Mesa in southwest New Mexico, I lived in upstate New York near the Finger Lakes and the Cargill salt mines. The mines got the salt from under Seneca Lake. When I was there, sometimes men asked me timidly, “Tama, why do all these middle-aged women suddenly start … Continue Reading

We moved to the Mesa yesterday, Robert and I. Today we noticed a sign had gone up at the fire department, about four miles away. It is the only building directly on the dirt road — the only road — that connects the Mesa to town. Every other place is hidden. The fire department and the tiny water … Continue Reading

It’s quiet out here on the mesa in southwest New Mexico. The longer I am here, the more I realize it is too quiet — for me, anyway. I like to sit on the patio and watch the hummingbirds get into fights at the feeders, squeaking, wings buzzing, as they urinate all over the place. Every time one … Continue Reading

We were on the Mesa driving home when we saw a lone figure, dressed in black, walking up the road. From town to our house is about 20 miles — five miles over the mountain — on the only road that leads out here.  You pass the Continental Divide Trail on the left, but the road continues. The road is … Continue Reading