The male version of getting bangs

The male version of getting bangs

Twin Lakes, Colorado, that’s where we were. A small frontier town surrounded by mountains and lakes. An old West feel with a tight-knit community serving tourists in order to keep food on the table. Trail runners, hikers, fishermen, outdoors people mostly, that’s who...

Good morning, slacker

Like a lot of overachievers, I hold myself to impossible standards.  It’s bought me a lot in life: it’s also created gratuitous stress. If you’ve landed in my world, chances are good that you can totally relate. This morning, even before my eyes snapped open, I...
I so loved wearing a headscarf

I so loved wearing a headscarf

I have to admit it. I questioned whether or not I should bring this post back. I got some “rather unfriendly” comments the last time I presented it here. So let me say this before I get going. I’m talking about MY experience with hijab as a western...

The ski patrol isn’t coming

The trail was 45-minutes long. One of those long, windy black diamond numbers over steep moguls, through unconsolidated snow.  My bindings were acting up.  One turn, two, and my ski would fall off. Walt was getting frustrated.  Down on his hands and knees for the...
3 things I learned climbing mountains

3 things I learned climbing mountains

I climb high mountains. I’d like to offer you three lessons I’ve learned in the mountains; climbing lessons if you will. I’ve discovered over the years that there are many “mountains” in life. These lessons can be applied liberally. Each is entirely relevant to...
We’ve tried everything!

We’ve tried everything!

Our gardener, Barry, warned us. We hadn’t paid much attention. After all, he was the one who’d encouraged us to kill the ivy that blanketed the house, spray weedkiller on it, along the walkway to eliminate the daisies while we were at it. We figured our ivy-covered...