Driving That Train (An Open Letter to Uncle Sam)
Dear America, Since you just had a birthday, I thought I’d write. Sorry I’m late, but I hope you’ll forgive me. I’m writing from Durango, Colo., …
Fire On The Mountain
Note: this piece is published in this week's Durango Telegraph. When I first started contributing to this column, Missy Votel sealed the deal by te…
The Desert and A Wolf (Michelle Wolf)
Lately, I’ve been writing a book. It’s about the desert, and I’m going to call it “The Desert.” Really creative, I know. But people judge a book by …
The King of Love
The beginning of this month marked a somber anniversary of one of the most tragic days in the history of our country: 50 years since Martin Luther King…
Who Gets To Cry When Legends Die?
Do only writers cry when a writer dies? Do only musicians cry when a guitar player dies? Do only climbers cry when a climber dies? Lately I’ve…
La Vida Yoga
Yoga is the closest thing I have to a religion, which is probably why I’ve rarely written about it. I’m a firm believer in keeping one’s religious beli…
13 Reasons Why NOT
This is an article I never wanted to write, but with the epidemic of suicides in our area it only feels necessary to tell this story. I hope I tell it …
Going Postal
I spend just about as much time shipping as I do writing. People seemed to be surprised by that –well except for the ladies at the post office. They se…
What Would Willie Do?
In this age of rectangular glowing screens, I figured getting a record player would be the perfect remedy. My girlfriend, Amber, thought it was a good …
The Vulnerability Poem
Did you know? 2017 is the year of vulnerability? That no matter what It’s cool to be the real you And the real me That’s vulnerability No mor…