Lisa Jones's Blog: THE UNBEARABLE CROWDEDNESS OF BEING LISA JONES, page 2

off the road again

714 miles, two radio interviews, three readings (four if you count the fact we read twice in Santa Fe), 23,685 french fries, one narrowly missed goat (which ran out on the road near Farmington, N.M. in front of Stanford's truck in the photo to the right) one hawk that dove in front of my car outside of Del Norte, Colorado, (also narrowly missed), one coyote eating something on the side of I-25 near Pueblo, another trotting off into the sage near Santa Fe, a sweat lodge, three households thrown

The Arapaho book tour of the Southwest begins today!

Dear friends,

My living room is full of sleeping Arapahos — Stanford on the nice
foamy pad, and Daniel, Shiloh, Marshall and JR variously on couches or
on the floor on camping pads. They arrived last night, for a
restorative dinner of bratwurst and root beer floats. Soon I will shoe
horn then out of bed and we will pack up and start our Southwestern
tour. Like a rock band. But instead of a big black bus we'll convoy in
a large Dodge pickup with new hubs and Wyoming plates, a Honda Insight
the color of a

Killing the Buddha

Hey y'all, an excerpt of BROKEN has been posted in Killing the Buddha, a great blog I just heard about this summer. You can find it here:

http://killingthebuddha.com/mag/dogma...

I've lifted this explanation of the blog from its own manifesto: Killing the Buddha is a religion magazine for people made anxious by churches, people embarrassed to be caught in the "spirituality" section of a bookstore, people both hostile and drawn to talk of God. It is for people who somehow want to be religious,

right the neighborhood

Here's a picture of Stanford's son Daniel and me at a reading last week at the Lander (Wyoming) Public Library. Daniel is inspecting the April 27 issue of High Country News with a cover of him dressed in traditional Native dress at a pow wow.

It was great to to read from BROKEN in Stanford's backyard (he lives about 20 miles from Lander.) The library was packed with cowboys and Arapahos, plus a big-hearted sheriff's deputy who has escorted some of the younger Addisons into and out of jail (and i

hellooooo LA (or at least the L.A. Times)!!!! good gracious!!! from sunday's paper

review by Susan Salter Reynolds

"Not only horses get broken around here," writes Lisa Jones, a journalist who was almost devoured by a remarkable assignment on the West. In particular, she is writing of the Wind River Range in Wyoming where her subject, Stanford Addison, lives.

"Everything does, starting with the ground itself. Millions of years ago, a new mountain range broke through the Ancestral Rocky Mountains, leaving the original range's broken remains leaning against the flanks of the Wind

Woman's Day has smiled upon Broken:

The Woman's Day Reading List

"This memoir, by a journalist who went to Wyoming's Wind River Indian Reservation on assignment and stayed off/on for four years, revolves around Stanford Addison, a wheelchair-bound Native American spiritual healer and horse breaker. Mixed in with his tale are a brief history of the Northern Araphos tribe, the heartbreaking reality of modern reservation life and Lisa Jones' own journey of personal and spiritual growth. But, more revealing than the author's insights g

I'm in the beautiful, misty, cool, confiding mountains of...

I'm in the beautiful, misty, cool, confiding mountains of western North Carolina. Taking lots of walks, eating lots of pork, spending time with my lovely in-laws and my husband, the golf-crazed Buddhist. And here's a terrific blog link by Molly Brown, which offers a nifty free drawing for my book.

Molly Brown blog

I’m in the beautiful, misty, cool, confiding mountains of...

I’m in the beautiful, misty, cool, confiding mountains of western North Carolina. Taking lots of walks, eating lots of pork, spending time with my lovely in-laws and my husband, the golf-crazed Buddhist. And here’s a terrific blog link by Molly Brown, which offers a nifty free drawing for my book.

Molly Brown blog

we rocked Jackson

The event in Jackson was lots of fun — my friend and photographer Sarah Kariko (www.sarahkariko.com) started it all off with an exhibition of some great photos of Stan and his world, then Stan, his family and friends sang to open the entertainment on the stage. When it was my turn to read, it was slightly terrifying on
the big fancy stage with lights in my face, unable to see anyone or hear anyone laugh at the provocative parts of the book about my early discomfort at Stanford's power, and my rac

event in Jackson

The event in Jackson was lots of fun; it was slightly terrifying on
the big fancy stage with lights in my face, unable to see anyone or hear anyone laugh at the parts that were meant to be funny. At bookstore readings you really have eye contact with the audience… I thought all 300 people may have just gone home. Stan SHONE onstage –really confident and accessible when he spoke (he did a long Q&A with the audience, which had many horse people in it). some people CRIED
during the songs he sang with