I find myself in an old shack. An old shotgun hangs above the door, a metaphor for the shack. I do not remember this shack. So far as I know, I have never been here before. But somehow, it is the same as it ever was. I get up off of the old wooden floor; it desperately needs a stain job. When I stand up I get that dizzy feeling,
I look at old photos of myself from twenty or thirty years back. Then I look in the mirror, and the man who stares back is nearly unrecognizable to me. I remember as a child wondering why my father had such a big belly, and “couldn’t he do something about it?” It was kind of embarrassing because my friends’ fathers were not like that at all. He was thin when
In 2015, a failed attempt by the EPA to contain polluted contents of the Gold King Mine released millions of gallons of water heavily polluted with sulfuric acid and toxic heavy metals into the San Juan River. This environmental disaster took a century to create. It is easy to believe that our ancestors didn’t understand the problems they left for us to solve. Such belief is unwarranted and completely incorrect.
The signal to summer’s end in Colorado is The Pueblo Chile Fest, which takes place every third weekend in September. The sun is still scorching, the crops are in, and it’s time to celebrate Pueblo’s favorite food: the chile pepper. Vendor tents, artisan crafts, carnival food, games, demonstrations, live music, and a jalapeno eating contest will line the streets September 21-23. The Chile Fest boasts an average of 140,000 attendees
This year, several low key conferences have been held about the colonization of Mars. Billionaires Jeff Bezos and Elon Musk have been quietly gathering the brain power needed for such an ambitious project. Their goal of having humans live permanently on Mars is not a secret. How they will go about achieving it is another matter. Scientists, engineers, and other experts are being brought together to identify and solve the
Including reviews of two of her books: Sanity and Grace: A Journey of Suicide, Survival, and Strength and The Seven T’s: Finding Hope and Healing in the Wake of Tragedy Like many Judy Collins fans, I was first taken with her voice. She never reaches for a note, she hits each one like a finely-tuned instrument: on pitch, on key. She can hit them in a whisper or a close
