Essays

A long ugly story

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Sometime in the fall of 1979 I got a phone call from a friend of my older brother. He wanted to know if I...

A year in three tracks 

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“A letter to my younger self” (Ambar Lucid)She enters with just the bright, plucky guitar and when she leaves, she does the same—but in...

The hidden path

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I called a good friend heartless this year. Who have I become? I’ve always prided myself on being a rational, reasonable person. I don’t offend...

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...

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,...

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...

Naked Belief

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My favorite professors were the ones who’d set me up a space heater before I arrived. Even in the early fall months, just as...

Coming of age in an altered world

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In March of 2020 I was studying abroad in Barcelona, Spain with a group of friends, enjoying Europe in the way only a careless...

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...

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...

In defense of burning books and abalone

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Some books should be burned. At least one book should be burned. That book should be Ulysses. THE WRONG MOLLUSK I was at the Kapi’olani Farmers...

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...