All About B. A. Coots

Who Is B. A. Coots?

I’m live, sometimes even alive.

I’m local when I’m not being worldly (like I could be.) Local keeps me humble and gives me roots. This stretch of open sky and high desert shows me beauty every day. I am so grateful.

I’m bookish. I like books. I like to buy them, check them out from the library, listen to them, read them, and think about them. I like fiction. Give me the story please. I’m learning to enjoy non-fiction. Can I get the audio for that, please?

I’m the annoying puppy that wants to be friends, well sometimes, after two cups of coffee and after ten in the morning. I’m not fit for public before the sun is well up. That’s not to say I don’t get up before the sun, I just try not to unfriend folks with my presence that early.

I’m a Christian, a widow, a mother, a civil engineer, a farmer, an author, and a dog sap. My house is a mess of books, crafts, half-finished projects, and dog hair. I try to live boldly but sometimes I fail.

Thank you for visiting.

Bev

What Is Greasewood?

You will find excerpts, book reviews, projects and on-going discussions. In June 2020 I begin a study on short story in the United States so naturally I will post some of these thoughts here on Greasewood. I write about things of local interest and color. I also post the works of fellow writers. You will find our musings on the desert southwest and the Pecos Valley along with our current interests in the literary arts. Of course you will learn of any recent publications, celebrations and events.

Why Greasewood?

Greasewood, my friend, now that’s a name that’s got some sass and spunk! It’s like the scrappy underdog of the plant world, ready to take on anything. This feisty fella thrives in some of the most unforgiving spots, from the parched plains of southern Canada to the scorching deserts of the southwest, and it doesn’t stop there – it’s even giving a nod to our amigos down in Mexico. Talk about being well-traveled!

Greasewood’s not just any ordinary plant; it’s a tough cookie that calls alkaline soil its home. It’s like the local superhero of the plant kingdom, living right where it’s needed most, all while dishing out a dash of that zesty saltiness. If you ask me, that’s the perfect recipe for survival in the wild world out there.