Music Is My Religion

The following article appears in the October issue of Liberty + Vine. Nowhere do Jimi Hendrix’s words ring more truely than at a music festival. For three days and nights I camped at the Telluride Bluegrass Festival. Emmylou Harris sang me to sleep as I slow-broiled in the Colorado summer heat. I walked on...

Ski Lessons

Posts of snow!! now appearing in my Denver friends’ Facebook feeds bring back fond memories of the Colorado ski seasons I experienced while living there. Coloradoans are now beginning their preparations: skis are getting waxed, bindings are getting tightened, boots are getting refit. And the energy and...

A Perfect Mistake

I find errors for a living. A misplaced comma here, an incorrectly used colon there—it’s my job as an editor to make sure the text you’re reading is grammatically and stylistically correct. I love this type of work, until I catch myself getting ready to take the red pen to a birthday card I received...

Back to the Basics

Eight months after knee surgery to fix a soccer injury, my doctor has finally given me the go-ahead to kick around the soccer ball again. Nothing too complicated quite yet, but some dribbles up and down the field and passing back and forth are allowed. And even though I’m back to just the basics, I’m...

A Silent Conversation

They—whoever “they” really are—say silence is golden. I beg to differ. My best writing occurs when iTunes serenades me. My most productive workouts happen in a loud, crowded gym. And my most peaceful slumber takes place when a loud fan blows near me. Get rid of any of these noises, and, well, the...

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