This week started with a cold that rocketed after a long day at work. On a week where I just couldn’t afford to miss a day, I slept after 8 most nights and missedma whole day of work. I missed the women’s March, which was soul crushing. I also had a difficult week for lots… Continue reading January Tough
Race is one of the hardest conversations to start and maintain, which is why it’s one of the most important. I grew up in a household where Martin Luther King Jr. was a theater person, he knew he was going to die the day he was assainated and did it for the fame. It’s interesting… Continue reading Silence is a Privilege
Sick and tired, but I made it out a bit this weekend. What I will tell you is that I am hungry for snow and the backcountry. Here is what I managed to do sick and miserable: Today, we hiked to the Junction Trail. It is in town. It takes roughly twenty minutes to walk… Continue reading Sick. Tired. San Juan Mountains Style.
Today, I had the opportunity to listen to Luke Mehall. I had an awfully long day today. Truthfully be told, I panicked a lot. I went to the book talk, alone. I sat there amongst a crowd of people I have never met. Luke Mehall read poems from his most recent book, and it was quite inspiring. … Continue reading Desert Lovers
Couple of changes to your life you will not regret: Eliminate pop music from your life. If you like blues, take the time to make a blues CD for your car. It will eliminate your grumpiness, I think most people don’t enjoy songs that a slightly sound like advertising that rape is sexy, or talk… Continue reading How To Be Less Robotic
12 hours of reading, emailing, and calling. Yet, I went climbing. I decided it needed to happen, I made it happen. Climbing when it’s been a while, is difficult. Since it was a holiday, I went to the gym at noon. There were five men and me. I dreaded their eyes as I struggled up… Continue reading First Day of Promises
Who do I want to be. I had a difficult year. I want to be actually happy. I am content, but that’s not enough. Step one is learning to live. I live a balance life. Last year, I worked hard and I played harder. But, I didn’t train. I played hard, but not necessarily better.… Continue reading Woman with Tanks for Hands