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“Remember when we were kids and a field like this would be buzzing with bees? We were always afraid of getting stung.” My friend Jae Gregory said that while standing in a meadow near the Maroon Bells that was bursting with dandelions. And she was right. There were very few bees. At home, my xeriscape […]

“Isn’t your life already too busy to host an exchange student?” is a question we heard over and over. I don’t know? Aren’t all our lives eternally busy in some form or another?  But our dedication to raise two boys to be globally aware citizens outweighed any notion that our schedule was already too packed. […]

Thunder River Theatre’s latest play made me writhe, because it’s the story of my life. Or darn close to it. “Tribes” is about a deaf child born into a hearing family. During the first scene, the family carries on a fractious, backbiting argument, replete with outsized, overblown gestures. Through it, Billy sits silently, saying nothing, […]

The world seems so whacked right now. And yet, every day I wake up, go to work, walk the dogs, and check my inbox — only to get distracted by amazing deals on leggings… remember when we wore real pants? Remember when our president knew how government worked? Remember when WTF meant Welcome to Fruita? […]

Looking for a summer job? The Town of Carbondale has several positions open in different departments, including parks maintenance workers (one of which is a full-time position), lifeguards and swim instructors, recreation assistants, recreation center climbing instructors and seasonal vegetation managers, according to the latest report from Town Manager Jay Harrington to town trustees, employees […]

I’m an introvert, and so are you By Will Grandbois Sopris Sun Staff It seems to be in vogue to be introverted, but I’m not sure it’s quite that simple. My suspicions were first aroused my senior year of high school, when I invited one of the most confident people I know to join me […]

Back in the ‘60s, I lived on a cramped back porch on The Hill in Boulder. Two mattresses were jammed side by side — one for my high school buddy, Milo, and one for me. At the end of the mattresses was a hotplate to cook on, and that’s all the space there was. Milo […]

On my way to Denver for the weekend, my last stop was the Little Free Library on Eighth Street. I don’t know how long it’s been there. I noticed when I was helping members of my congregation purchase a parsonage on Cleveland Place. At first I thought it was a birdhouse on a pole, but […]