Make It Snow
I’ve probably had more sunny Christmases than white ones. And yet, as a kid, it never really felt like Christmas without snow.
Remembrance of a Dirty Childhood
I had forgotten land existed beyond the concrete.
Co-lore-ado
It’s all in how you tell the story.
Peach Season
Summer feels syrupy thick and cloying, on the edge of overripe.
On the Road with a Partner, a Puppy, and a Pending Deadline
We passed the turnoff for Eden’s class—the furthest she’d ever been in a car—shortly after sunrise and kept on going.
Twenty-Nine and Counting
I carry a nostalgia the rest of the day that aches from the reality that some lives have been lived and some friendships have blurred.
Bicycles, Pizza, and Mail Order Ministry
As it turned out, carb loading for thirtysomethings is rather different to carb loading for teens.
The Cities That Were
Ruins should horrify us—grim testaments to our permanent impermanence
Sitting with the Darkness
Living in the shadows of 14,000 foot peaks, the mountains offered ample lectures on living with limited light.
Death on the Prairie
We are ranchers, I told myself. We are tough in the face of life’s harshness.
