If you were to meet Bud Frazier for the first time, he would introduce himself by saying, “Yá’át’ééh shí éí Bud yíníshyé’. Tł’ízí łání nishłį́. Hooghan łání báshíshchíín. Hi, my Navajo clan is Many Goats born for Many Hogans.” Bud…
The concept of “place attachment” has come up in this column before, but I’ve never really shared much about my own connection to canyon country or to southeast Utah in particular. My people on my dad’s side came to San…
So I get this email from Stiles telling me that he thinks it’s a good idea that my next dispatch should be about, “how you ‘two kids’ met”. I swear I’m not making this up. He evidently forgot that the…
The Pandemic is giving us a Golden Opportunity to Save the World from our Sheared Selves… The once, current, and seemingly never-ending worldwide Coronavirus pandemic has brought suffering and discomfort to millions. In degrees of pain and agony— COVID-19 has…
Here at the Zephyr, we’re pretty proud of the articles we publish each issue. We’ve said this before, but we think we’ve assembled the best collection of writers we’ve ever had, all of whom are writing at a level that…
In the months after Herb Ringer’s 1941 move to Reno from New Jersey, he set out to explore the barren deserts nearby. Even before the war, much of the American West was relatively empty, and towns in the Great Basin…
August 21st, 1941Mr Hugh M Miller, SuperintendentSouthwestern National MonumentsCoolidge, Arizona Dear Hugh: It’s about that time of the month again to compile my notes into the regular monthly report and I think I will try to catch time for a…
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