Essays

Truth follows

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A woman wept at the corner of Table Mesa and Harvard Lane, and all I could do was put my hand on her shoulder.  I...

A Deadhead Cyclist pandemic

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It’s often said that “every cloud has a silver lining.” This ubiquitous expression is typically rolled out in the spirit of putting a positive...

2021 in the rear-view

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The space-time continuum seemed to warp this past year, contracting and elongating: While the post-election, pre-insurrection days when election truthers seemed crazy but not...

That ain’t gospel

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Many moons ago, I had a mentor who liked to tell a story about an intern they’d once worked with. So talented was this...

Stones of remembrance

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The side table drawer in my grandparent’s Arizona living room was always full of playing cards. There was the deck with Van Gogh’s self-portrait,...

7th annual essay issue

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Every year around this time, Boulder Weekly publishes a collection of essays written by the people — editors, publishers, contributors — who put out...

Just a Dawdream

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Bar 40 is assaulting my will to live. I’ve spent two hours clawing away at this brief descending figure in fifths, trying to harmonize and...

Swimming with whale sharks

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I’ve been riding my bike a lot, and we had tens of thousands of cycling miles between us, but I haven’t had the feeling...

Boulder Weekly’s 6th annual essay issue

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Welcome to Boulder Weekly's 6th annual essay Issue. Please use the following links to connect to all the essays in this years publication: The ones...

The ones we let in

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I’m not a pet person. It’s not that I don’t like animals. Like people, it just takes me time to warm up to them,...

A masochist’s love letter

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I love telling the story of my wisdom teeth. Anytime someone mentions a tooth extraction or dentistry mishap, I weasel my experience into the ring...

The garden

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I sat on a wooden stool in my garden one mid-September evening enraptured by an orchestra of crickets. They sounded louder this year, like...