“Age-Friendly Carbondale” works to make it possible for people of any age to live here comfortably. This month’s columnist shows that we have a long way to go. -Ron Kokish, […]
Nicolette Toussaint
Cool, clear water
In the absence of anything like a crystal ball, most of us expect some version of the lives we have experienced so far to continue into the future. The town […]
My gift to your children's children's children
Friday, while cheering on Roaring Fork High School’s graduation parade, I was surprised to find a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye. My emotional state was […]
Seeking Higher Ground: Knocking skeletons out of the family closet
What’s in a name? In my case, irony. In 1987, in a fit of feminist righteousness, I changed my surname to Toussaint. I was filing for my third divorce and […]
Seeking Higher Ground: In praise of nurses
I didn’t plan to spend extended periods with nurses in the year of COVID-19. But after three eye surgeries gave me an up-close and personal view, I came away convinced […]
My Friend, the North American Electric Grid
My roof is equipped with an 8.5 kilowatt solar array, enough to supply household needs and to charge Sparky, our electric car. Our 25 solar panels free us from an […]
Light and color via Zoom
On Fridays, I teach a color-mixing class to five artists, aged 11 to about 75. They bring a burst of light to my week, piercing the gloom of my current […]
Having enough is the new ‘having it all’
Recently, my friend Jessi Hempel, a nationally-known journalist, asked Facebook friends how they felt about “having it all” in this time of COVID-19. Cosmo editor Helen Gurley Brown used that […]
Seeking Higher Ground: Moving to the right side of the tracks
“You’d think a white girl like me woulda had a better relationship with money.” I blurted that out during a recent “Money Matters” interview. Across Colorado, financial disparities are widening, […]
Seeking Higher Ground: What the warblers are telling us
“Nothing gold can stay.” So wrote Robert Frost in 1923. That phrase haunted me Friday after I saw a small golden bird – a Wilson’s warbler – staggering across my […]