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Day 11 – A New Year—Here’s My First Book, An Old Friend!

We face a new year, so I want to acquaint or reacquaint you with my first book, This Tumbleweed Landed. Even though I published it eleven years ago, its message is timeless.

In Day 5 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge, I told you the back story of this book. Read it here: https://laradasbooks.com/2026/01/05/day-5-dont-wait/

This Tumbleweed Landed - new year

I wrote This Tumbleweed Landed in 1992 or 1993 in a teacher’s workshop and then it sat on my computer—no really. It sat on a 3 1/2 disk from an older 2E computer. I returned to it after my mom died in 2013. After attending a writing workshop, I added some essays I wrote and published it in 2014, liking what the combination of poetry and prose did. The funny thing—this combination has become by trademark in most of my ten books!

In 2014, my husband, Lin, and I had a delightful day photographing the cover picture. It was a cold March day with the wind blowing as only it came on the prairie in southeastern Colorado. I wanted a picture of a tumbleweed stuck in the fence, so we headed east to our ranch. We took several pictures facing northeast, so I had several to choose from when I selected one for the cover. A serendipitous moment happened when I realized we had Mesa de Maya in the background, a notable volcanic mesa in our area that dates back to 1893.

After I opened that first box of books and sold them, I reordered more, absolutely in shock! When I wrote and published this book, I thought it would sale to local friends and family only because it was about life in my hometown. But interested expanded. Being on Amazon, people easily bought it.

I love all of my ten books, but what made this book special besides being the first I published is a dear friend drew four original drawings for it. Jackie (JR) Gilstrap was the artist. When I asked him to do it, he said yes quickly—no second thought. He captured the thought and emotion of the poems he illustrated, so they add so much to this book. Here they are: https://laradasbooks.com/j-rs-drawings/

In a later book, A Time to Grow Up: A Daughter’s Grief (And Growth) Memoir, I had my niece illustrated that book. The idea came from my collaboration on my first book.

At the beginning of my writing career, I didn’t know to enter books into contests, but I joined the New Mexico Coop which met monthly. There I learned about the New Mexico-Arizona book awards. So, I entered my book in 2016 and became a New Mexico-Arizona Book Awards “Finalist” in one category: Biography (Other). When the banquet came around, Lin and I went all excited, and I was scared. I didn’t win, but the process taught me what to do, and I have followed in continuously. In fact, I have only not entered two of my books in this contest: the last one, Was It a Dream?, because of our move and Is My Truth Universal?: A Woman’s Poetic Odyssey because I use it for promoting this five-book series.

A new year brings so many new things, but I thought revisiting a dear old friend was a great way to start the year.

Larada Horner-Miller - new year
Always be willing to visit an old friend!

PS – I have been participating in the Ultimate Blog Challenge, posting a blog post every day the month of January. If you have missed the previous eleven, you can see the list here: https://laradasbooks.com/ultimate-blog-challenge-january-2026/


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MY LIFE · My Thoughts · Panama

Day 10 – Volcán Barú Tour With a 97 Year-Old Tour Guide!

Paul, Lin and Marteta -  Volcán Barú

Today we toured the back side of Barú Volcano with Paul a 97-year-old geologist on the way to Volcan. What an explosion of information!

Twenty plus people rose early this Saturday morning to go on a much-anticipated tour with Dr. Paul Myers, retired geologist who just happens to be 97 years-old! Because of safety issues, they had to downsize the group by half because of stopping on roads with no shoulders. So several people agreed to go on the next tour!

Then we headed towards Volcan, down a windy road through the jungle. We had several stops where we gathered around Paul, Michael and Marteta, his assistances to hear his detailed description of the way the volcano had affected this area and their input. He described Volcano Barú, as “a half-ass volcano” because of the way the volcano cut away part of the mountain. Also, Paul let us know that it erupted every 400 years and we are now at 500, so watch out!

Immediately we learned about the lahar plain that extends all the way down to David. I had to learn geology terminology immediately.

Lahar plain is “also called a volcanic mudflow or debris flow. A mixture of water and volcanic debris that moves rapidly downstream. Consistency can range from that of muddy dishwater to that of wet cement, depending on the ratio of water to debris. They form in a variety of ways, chiefly by the rapid melting of snow and ice by pyroclastic flows, intense rainfall on loose volcanic rock deposits, breakout of a lake dammed by volcanic deposits, and as a consequence of debris avalanches.”

https://volcanoes.usgs.gov/vsc/glossary/lahar.html

Another geological term I learned was debris avalanche, “Moving masses of rock, soil and snow that occur when the flank of a mountain or volcano collapses and slides downslope. As the moving debris rushes down a volcano and into river valleys, it incorporates water, snow, trees, bridges, buildings, and anything else in the way. Debris avalanches may travel several kilometers before coming to rest, or they may transform into more water-rich lahars, which travel many tens of kilometers downstream.

A debris avalanche rushes down the side of a volcano to the valley floor. Many such debris avalanches transform into lahars and travel tens of kilometers from the volcano. Typically, the scar created by the avalanche leaves a horseshoe shaped crater on volcano’s side.”

https://volcanoes.usgs.gov/vsc/glossary/debris_avalanche.html

As we traveled to Volcan and stopped along the way, we saw evidence of both of these. Near the Cuesta de Piedra, we experienced a lahar plain on one side and a debris avalanche on the other.

Paul kept sharing so many details about how the volcano affected the area. He dazzled us with his unending knowledge and pleasant personality. I took notes on my iPhone, but they probably won’t mean as much to you as they do to me.

andecite rock - Volcán Barú
Sample of antecite rock

Paul told us the rock here is andecite which I had never heard of before. He showed us a sample and identified the different components of the rock. It looked so different from the lava rock I grew up with.

  • Baru is a “half-ass volcano.”
  • You can read the landscape.
  • You need to geologize your vocabulary.
  • This scenery is telling its own history.
  • Give or take a million years!

For lunch, we stopped in Volcan and had a traditional Panamanian meal which I love. It cost about $5 a plate.

When we arrived below the Volcán Barú Parque Nacional, Paul slowed us down to listen to the quiet and enjoy the serenity and spirituality of the place—no loud music, no jet streams overhead, just peace and quiet. He encouraged all of us to return by ourselves and enjoy the place in a more solitary manner. A lonely tree grew out of a rock!

After a short hike, we returned to the visitors’ center and took pictures of Volcán Barú, but the clouds covered the summit. But because we waited, the clouds moved on and I got this gorgeous picture. Here we stood at 6000 feet—Volcán Barú stands 11,000 feet at its summit.

I grew up near Capulin Mountain, a volcano in northeastern New Mexico and had visited it often with family and visitors. It has a crater to go down into and the area is surrounded with lava rock, so different from Panamá. This all felt so familiar yet so different.

Now I live facing Volcán Barú with a magnificent view of it out our living room window—another volcano, but now I know so much more about this unique one. A delightful day with friends learning about the major figure in our area, Volcán Barú. Paul called him, grandfather-abuelo!

Larada - Volcán Barú
We all need to get outside more! Nature is calling!

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Baby boomer · Blogs · Memories · MY LIFE · My Thoughts · My Writing · poetry

Day 7 – Sample Some of My Poetry—Delicious!

Free taste - sanoke

Sample my poetry today as we sail through this month of posting every day for the Ultimate Blog Challenge. I offer the chance to read it or listen to it—your choice or do both! Savor the different formats.

From my award winning book, Was It a Dream?: Navigating Life’s Journey Through Poetry, book #1 in my five-book poetry series.

Was It a Dream? cover - sample

December 8, 1995

Catch a word

     and drag it by the leg—

          hold on tight.

               Don’t let go!

                    Hold on!

                         Don’t let it bite you—

                         you might die from its

                              poisonous bite or

                                   worse—

YOU MIGHT WANT TO WRITE MORE!

After reading this, how about listening to me read this poem? Do you like to listen to books, to readings? I do! I recorded several of my poems April 2025 for National Poetry month. Here’s this one: https://youtu.be/AK-hQuXANrw

Spokane, Washington

June 18, 1998

Ingenuity of children

Big Brother sees it as a race car.


Mom sees it as a laundry basket on wheels.

Little brother takes advantage of

     big brother’s imagination.


Down one aisle

     Down another


Little brother’s eyes glisten.

     Smiles and giggles filled his face.


For a moment, it was a race car—

     they raced

     and won,

but mom interrupted the fun!

     "Boys, stop that!"

Listen to me reading this fun-loving poem: https://youtu.be/AK-hQuXANrw


From my newest book, Time Measured Out!: Navigating Life’s Journey Through Poetry, book #2 in my five-book poetry series.

Time Measured Out! - savor

July 22, 2002

Thatcher, Idaho

Nine drops of Miracle-Gro

     To one quart of water,

          My house plants’ weekly diet.

Eight minutes to bake one potato

     In the microwave.

Time measured out in bits and pieces.

     Lives divided so.

It’s all a cycle,

     the seasons,

          the days,

               the years!

Where is it all going

     in such an orderly manner?

As a matter of fact, you can stop right now. Here’s another opportunity to hear me read my own poetry: https://youtu.be/9Z6iu8nbPOQ

March 26, 2003

It’s insatiable

     Addictive!

But part of me is injured by every word,

          By every photo,

          By every explosion,

And feels shell-shocked already!

     After only five days!

Prime Time war—

     Reality TV at its worst!

          Real casualties

               Real pain

                    Real destruction

And it sells a lot of hamburgers

     and cars!

Take the time to listen to me read this poem: https://youtu.be/-EBZCzGpJn0

My poetry spans a variety of topics because I follow my poetry heroine’s advice for living, Mary Oliver, who shared this her poem, Sometimes:

“Instructions for living a life:

Pay attention.

Be astonished.

Tell about it.”

~Mary Oliver, “Sometimes”

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So, taste my poetry, savor it, sample it! Stay awhile and you might end up enjoying poetry like never before!

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Albuquerque · Colorado · family · MY LIFE · My Thoughts · New Mexico

My Five Weeks Visit is Coming to an End: Another Train Ride

Turkey being cut - five weeks

Five weeks ago, I left Boquete, Panama and have spent the majority of that time with my brother in Branson, Colorado. We celebrated Thanksgiving, and on Saturday, November 29, I’m on the train back to Albuquerque.

I spent so much of my time in Colorado with my brother riding around our ranch, looking for wildlife and reminiscing with him only memories we share.

Last year, I didn’t fix a big Thanksgiving dinner because I was recovering from that horrible dog attack. So, this year, I looked forward to more cooking and baking.

In the evening, I baked two pumpkin pies in the kitchen my mom reigned as Queen. I had already gotten her delicious pie crust recipe out of her recipe box, but because it had been a couple years since I had baked a pie, I struggled a little.

I forgot to get the milk out of the frig and had already started kneading the dough, so when I needed to add the milk, I got dough on the door handle, the milk carton and everywhere—what a mess!

But as I kneaded the dough and felt Mom’s guidance, I relaxed into the process and thoroughly enjoyed the messy situation. I ended up with extra dough, so I remembered a childhood treat Mom did for my brother and me. I rolled out the dough and topped it with butter, cinnamon and sugar, then I baked it and ate the whole thing relishing the flavor. My two pumpkin pies turned out great!

My two pumpkin pies - five weeks
My two pumpkin pies!

But because of my absence from the baking role, I forgot how long it took for my pumpkin pies to bake. I used the time wisely, though, because I made cranberry sauce from fresh cranberries. As a child, I didn’t like canned cranberry sauce, but my brother-in-law gently forced me into eating it one Christmas. I had pre-decided before trying it, but with his persuasion, I tried it and liked it.

Then many years ago, Mom showed me how to make it from the fresh cranberries, and I have done it ever since!

What a fruitful evening! I thoroughly enjoyed all of it.

Traditionally Lin and I watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. Mom and Dad did too, so that’s what I did.

My cooking mindset jumped into play and I scheduled the different items to get started. First, I put the 13.75 pound turkey in the cooking bag in the roaster. I worried it would be too heavy and cumbersome to handle, but I mastered it easily. Second, I peeled the potatoes and got them started. Third, I prepared the green casserole and baked it. Fourth, I made Stove Top Stuffing. Last, I made the gravy.

When Mom and Aunt Willie were alive, we had so much fun with a standing battle between the two: did you use water or milk in the gravy? One of their last Thanksgivings together, Lin came out into the dining room and they were squared off, fists raised, playfully one saying, “Water” and the other saying, “Milk.”

The memory resounded as I grabbed the milk to add to my gravy.

I had turned to the first football game of the day, setting our table so my brother and I both could see the TV and the game. My brother and I started our feast with grace, thanking God for this country and our time together. The meal turned out fantastic. We delayed the pumpkin pie and whip cream until later during the afternoon.

My brother and I watching football - five weeks
My brother and I watching football

We spent the rest of the day watching football. I started knitting a Christmas stocking for a great-niece that’s two years late. I couldn’t do it when I was on a higher level of pain medicine because I graft out the name to add to the stocking, and it has to be exact. Finally, I was able to do it.

During the day, nostalgia overcame me. I’ve had so many Thanksgiving in my house with lots of family members and lots of games and laughter around the round table. This quiet Thanksgiving reminded me that it’s okay as life has changed. I can celebrate the past and enjoy the difference of today as I age.

Lin and I talked several times during the day—missing being together on this holiday!

As this was my last time to go to the ranch for this visit, we spent several hours out there. We left my brother’s house at 9:00 AM and didn’t return to town until after 1:00 PM. We had seen five does and two bucks a couple days ago, but we saw no wildlife on this trip.

The Sangre de Cristo Range to the west had fresh snow crowning the range. So I tried to get a panoramic picture of the whole area 360 degrees, starting with Mesa de Maya, DeVoy Peak, Brown’s Mesa, Saddlerock, then onto the snow-covered Sangre de Cristo Range and lastly, the Spanish Peaks, but it was too much. However, we had fun staging it!

As we headed home, my brother asked if I wanted to go through the summer pasture, and I said yes—it seemed he wanted to delay this special time ending.

When we got home, I warmed up our leftovers—my favorite meal of the holiday. I did make a fresh batch of gravy, and it was much better than Thanksgiving Day.

Then, I had several tasks to do before leaving today. I cleaned up the kitchen and ran the dishwasher—a luxury I don’t have in Panama. Also, I bagged up individual meals for my brother. Then I cleared off memory cards for our game cameras we have on our ranch. Then to end the task, I had to repack my suitcase because I had bought some needed things to take back to Panama.

After I finished, I went to my brother’s house, and we had a delightful evening watching the 30th Anniversary of the “Everybody Loves Raymond” show. We both enjoyed the insider show, laughing like crazy at the different antics.

I woke up to clouds this morning early, but then the fog quickly rolled in, so we left Branson earlier than we planned, but we ran out of it before we got to Raton. Because we were so early, we swung by McDonald’s for drinks.

The Amtrak train was thirty minutes late, so my brother and I sat in his truck and watched the first 15-20 minutes of the Texas Tech vs. West Virginia football game on my iPad because his great nephew, Coy Eakins, plays for them.

I’m sitting here on the train now, writing this blog on my laptop and watching the game on iPad. This is my fourth train trip in these five weeks. I do love riding the train.

I have two days in Albuquerque before I head to Panama. Today, my friend Sheri and I plan to go see “Wicked For Good.” Lin, Sheri and I saw the first Wicked movie together, so she was willing to wait to today to see it with me.

Then tomorrow I need to go up to our house and retrieve the mail and check the house out. At 1:00 PM, Sheri and I plan to have lunch with my two teammates from Washington middle school and another dear friend from there. Tomorrow night the Denver Broncos play the evening game against Washington. I look forward to sharing that event with Sheri. Also, I need to repack my two big suitcases so they don’t exceed 50 pounds. I gathered a lot of “stuff” to fill up the empty one—hopefully everything will fit.

I’m anxious to see Lin, but I’m so thankful for my five weeks here with friends and my brother. Carrying on the theme from last week—juggling my two lives!

News on typewriter - five weeks

My blog has now reached over 100,000 views this year! A landmark year for me and my blog! Thank you readers for your continued support!


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