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.
Category Archives: Colorado
As it turned out, carb loading for thirtysomethings is rather different to carb loading for teens.
Ruins should horrify us—grim testaments to our permanent impermanence
Living in the shadows of 14,000 foot peaks, the mountains offered ample lectures on living with limited light.
We are ranchers, I told myself. We are tough in the face of life’s harshness.
I stand stuttering in russet light, intimidated by the scornful bartender and the lack of menu. Am I just supposed to divine what’s on tap?
Many wounds are bound with blessing.
I’m not complaining though— even without stuff popping out of the screen, there were more than enough Ds.
I dislike going down hills (it’s too fast) and up them (it’s too hard), and also, biking makes my butt hurt.
It is my hope that we remember to use the breath we have in our lungs to speak up, to show mercy, and to act with love.