More Nerdy: Climbers or Bikers?
“Who are more nerdy: climbers or mountain bikers?” I asked my girlfriend, Amber. “Climbers,” she said. “Definitely.” Dammit, I replied internally. …
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 …