The ones we let in

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Naked Belief

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Essays

‘Cold or not, God is present’

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I think about the shoes. I think about the shoes; 60 of them, lined along the east bank of the Danube River in Budapest, Hungary....

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...

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...

The quick and the dead

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I was 16 years old when my father asked me if I wanted to be a hero. The year was...

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...

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 —...

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 portrait of the small town as a young man

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I turned off my phone and put it in my desk. I quit Facebook, and closed my email accounts. I deleted my LinkedIn profile,...

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...

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...

The bikini

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I remember the first time I felt fat. I was 7 years old, and so excited to spend the day at the pool. I...

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...