Never For Money, Always For Love
Emails are the bane of my existence. I am always behind. But this one, from a vendor up in Moab who was selling my books and zines, caught my eye. The…
A Decade In Durango / My First Story
Ten years ago, I moved to Durango with a dollar and a dream; in the midst of an economic recession. It was perhaps the best decision I’ve ever made. O…
Facebook Story
I remember the first time I heard about Facebook. My friend and I were in the public library – back before I could afford a laptop and internet – and …
Hope on The Rocks, and Fallen Friends
If you’re like me, getting outside for fresh air and exercise every day is a must. That’s one of the reasons I’ve felt grateful to live in an area lik…
E-Bikes and Elections, Part Deux
All year long there’s been a theme of when I sit down to write this column, there are certain happenings that I simply have to write about. And, this …
E-Bikes and Elections
Well, here we are again, on the cusp of an important election, and I have a column to write. Before I dive in, I want to give a shout out to my friend…
Goodbye Cruel Summer
It was a weird night, during a weird month, and a strange summer. Just 30 minutes prior, at 8 o’clock on a Sunday evening a man was knocking on the do…
Going Postal (Part 2)
I’m going to try hard to focus while writing this one. Outside my writing window is some major construction – they are improving the sidewalks here fo…
Conflict Resolution, The Chief (and backyard happy hours)
It was happy hour in the back yard. My wife had just gotten done with a long shift at the hospital, where she works as a nurse. We noticed the neighbo…
Empty Heart, Hopeful Mind
I thought that my last column was hard to write, but this one might be even more difficult. Last time I wrote about the passing of my friend Dan Escal…