At Least They're Committed

I’d been digging for a while and D, who fears his shingles are back, worked a little bit on the front yard with me, EBD had helped for a bit then needed to get ready for work. I wasn’t stalled by a lack of energy or enthusiasm; frankly I didn’t know what the hell I… Read more

A most curious and delightful thing happened last night. I was rinsing off after my workout and D informed me that he and EBD were going to run errands. DS was already off with his girlfriend and so I was immediately struck: I would be alone! Exhilarated, I quickly dried off, let my hair down,… Read more

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