When I was a child, we always sped through the Painted Desert in the Navajo Nation on our way to my grandparents’ house in Sun City, leaving nothing behind but the tailwinds from the car. I scanned that vast expanse of land and sky, the colors of the soil rich with brilliant pinks, muted reds, and sage green, the sky always a clear, crisp blue, colors as uncontainable and free
Park living in Colorado Springs was part of General William Jackson Palmer’s dream. He bought and set aside areas for a park system and surrounding wilderness in and around the city. His will states that these parks would remain intact and untouched for the enjoyment of the city’s residents. In essence, we are all caretakers of these wonderful gifts, but there is one caretaker in particular who bears mentioning: my
Given that I was seven years old in 1968, I didn’t want to hear about college students dropping acid and prancing around nude in public places, or Muhammad Ali shouting, “I ain’t got no beef with them Viet Cong!” or the Soviet menace, or Richard Nixon, or Jacqueline Lee Bouvier, or Herman Hesse, or the Chicago riots, or burning bras, or Neo-Realist cinema, or anything else painful, incendiary, ugly, or
“Widespread frost expected,” warns the forecaster. It’s past sunset. We’ve already had a morning of shimmering windshields. Hauling containers full of fragile plants into shelter for the night takes a lot of effort, and for what few days until the next crystalline visit. So, I decide to take my chances by draping everything in old bed clothes. “I’ll miss you if you’re gone in the morning,” I whisper as I
I sat at Arceo’s Mexican Restaurant on South Nevada in Colorado Springs, facing my good friend Eric after struggling through a dismal weekend I needed to put behind me. I glanced down at the menu briefly, already knowing what I wanted. I ordered chicken con chipotle, my dish of choice no matter where I go, how I change, or what I do, and here are ten reasons why. 1. I will
Think about the last time you went into a gas station and got a cappuccino simply by pushing a button. You realize that what you were drinking probably wasn’t really a cappuccino, right? Machines like these are partly the reason why some people order a cappuccino and then ask why there’s so much foam in their drink, not realizing that what they asked for is a shot of espresso with half foam and half
