At Least They're Committed

I’ve not had much to say all day. But when at last I had enough energy to talk again, I said, “I’ve probably never said it, but how twisted is it that every time there’s a horrible tragedy, my brain screams, ‘my children, my children!’ They’re not my children, they’re God’s children.” “You’ve said that… Read more

“In a white room,” said Eddie Pells … “With black curtains,” . . . Cindy added. “At the station,” I said, not even looking up from my keyboard. I had that once. Make that twice. We’re standing on the corner of 14th and Lawrence. Charlotte, standing taller than us, says, “Remember this, it will not… Read more

It’s the Colorado Rockies’ Opening Day in the team’s 20th year, and so naturally I’m thinking about my friend Terry. I miss Terry. If he were still here I have no doubt we’d be sharing season tickets, betting on games and whether the Rockies would or wouldn’t finish over .500. It wasn’t Opening Day when… Read more

So, like, at the Rocky before it went belly up and even before it moved to the new building, when I would go into the ladies’ room and a man would go into the men’s room at the same time sometimes I would sit down on the john and a moment later I’d feel it… Read more

“Did I spell it right?” “Think so, though I’m not sure I’m the one you should ask.” “True, so . . . . oh, great sage, what about these freaking dreams?” “Which dreams?” “I’m sitting in the woodlands on an uninhabited island, uninhabited except for the few of us survivors, and I’ve steeled away and… Read more

Spring break! I took Friday off so the boys and I could conjure up something to do between their work and social schedules. We were free and clear by 3:30 p.m. and as the boys showered and change their clothes, I shout out activity options. Slim pickings, until . . . Thirty minutes later we’ve… Read more