Michelee Cabot

Author, Adventurer & Pilot

D-Day Plus 10 Years

I’m sixteen again, in France. My father has been transferred to Paris.  But he has war on his mind from his years in the Pacific theater, issues to set free.  He needs to see where it all began to end. So. We’ve taken our little Fiat to Normandy, map in hand,...

MATING SEASON

The afternoon rolls gently towards evening, the sun lowering almost perceptibly. I watch bemused the whimsical moves of a cluster of strutting crows just beyond the kitchen door. They peck desultorily for possible crumbs in the dog bowl. It pings and rocks about. The...

TUCSON’S WINE GUY

Tucson has been like an “on switch” for me, a happy place of creative inspiration, both for writing and discovery.  One discovery I need to share with you - a Tucson treasure, The Wine Guy! Jon Rogers thrives on wine education. In his own words: “For 37 years I have...

SWEET TUCSON MOMENTS

Sweet Tucson Moments One of our favorite places for fun and excitement is El Rillito racetrack. Horse races are known for whoop-em-up thrills, but sweet moments of kindness? Let me tell you. I have dumped vanity for a helping hand. In the push and swirl of the horse...

Kitchen Fun, Alamos Style

KITCHEN FUN, ALAMOS MX STYLE OR MAKING DO The thing about living where you don’t have certain supermarket goodies, items you’ve become dependent on to satisfy your cravings, is that you have to make do. Like that sweet pickle relish for your favorite potato salad? Oh...

Hashtag Me Too

HASHTAG METOO I’ve been on the fence about this movement, but recently I had a flash that crystalized my point of view. This is what happened to me, years gone by. I was fifteen, built voluptuously, liking the new body but at the same time wishing I hadn’t morphed. I...

Monsoons

CHAPTER FIFTEEN MONSOONS Monsoons, a hot weather phenomenon of stupendous thunderstorms, is a time of trembling dogs hiding in closets – or maybe just cowering by your comforting knees. They hate that ear-pounding, floor-vibrating noise. We once had a peach of a...

Red Hot Tucson

RED HOT TUCSON Or “This is the desert, Mr.Brown,” (a marching quick-step, apologies to Irving Berlin’s WW2 ditty.) A couple of summers ago, the ever-helpful National and Local weather Service pronounced one of their Heat Warning Advisories to the region. Not unusual....

Tucson Guardian Angel

When being raised by my solidly conservative parents, people I can confidently declare members of Tom Brokow’s Greatest Generation, they advised me never to discuss politics or religion in polite society. Simply not done, was the lore. Polite society. What’s that? If...

Oysters, Oysters Everywhere

OYSTERS, OYSTERS EVERYWHERE Or The Rule of OysteR Some of us are oyster addicts, yearning hopelessly for the gray flaccid treasure lolling moistly, inertly in its rough little casing, the shell lined with a subtle shining nacre, poor cousin to the shimmering...

Dust Devils

DUST DEVILS, WHIRLWINDS, WILLY-WILLIES (But not “willywaws” – those are something else.) The world-wide plains of our continents are full of them, those mysterious rising ropes of writhing dirt. Even the oceans have them, where they’re called water spouts. Skinniest...

Alamos Mothers’ Day

MOTHERS’ DAY, ALAMOS MEXICO In the nighttime, dark and warm, through the flickering shadows cast by the odd street lamp, you hear it. Music wafting on the gentle movement of air, a special music. Alamos is full of music and fiestas; there’s always a celebration about....

Vendors

VENDORS The day begins to simmer hot and dry; the dogs loll in the shade near the fountain. Birds flit around it, using it for a quick fluttering bath and a sip. They’re ignored by the dogs, who don’t even flick an ear at them. The dogs do react to the circling...

Sunday In Alamos

ALAMOS SUNDAY It’s early Sunday morning; the doves clamor annoyingly, insistently, cooing outside windows. The caged parrot yaks at us to take off his nighttime shroud, and the dogs moan for breakfast, pushing their cold noses into our warm bedtime faces.   But...

The Pack Rat

THE PACK RAT A.K.A. WOOD RAT Peering down at odd bluish chunks in the graveled driveway, I say to the real estate agent, “That’s soap! Why is Irish Spring bar soap trash out here?” “Oh, that wards off packrats,” she replies. “They can be annoying – everyone has them...

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