At Least They're Committed

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

It’s pretty simple, really. I am impressed by your journey, your calling and the struggles you have gone through to get where you are at. I see the child inside you and your playful soul and your fears and doubt. And I adore that. I am not impressed by who you know, the “ambitious” people… Read more

I change the pillow cases, at first tossing aside two allegedly clean ones that are yellowed by time because they look bad. But then I smell one and it smells like my Grandma Bland’s sheets and it’s been so very long since I’ve smelled that and then so does the other and I feverishly stuff… Read more