Tag: dec 26 2019 issue
Boulder Weekly’s 6th annual essay issue
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
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
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...
Letters 12/26/19
Toffee troubleshooting
I recently was inspired by a recipe in BW (Re: Jean’s Microwave Almond Toffee, in “Dear Santa,” Nibbles, Dec. 12, 2019). It was...
History is in the telling
History is not the past. It is the stories we tell about the past. How we tell these stories — triumphantly or self-critically, metaphysically...
No more Mr. Nice Guy
It’s midday on a chilly Wednesday, in a month of Mondays, and Clay Rose is doing some press in between bites of lunch. Through...
Open ended
Dear Dan: I’m a mid-20s cis straight man. After my girlfriend and I finished college, she moved overseas to start her job. We’ve broken...
My 100-game season
My baseball loyalty was irrevocably formed in 1961 at the tender and impressionable age of six when the Washington Senators relocated to Minneapolis and...
The garden
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...
Boulder-based company funds CSU research on CBD and canine brain cancer
There’s lots of buzz about the benefits of CBD. The non-psychoactive cannabinoid is everywhere: grocery stores, gas stations, liquor stores. A Gallup survey found...
The quick and the dead
I was 16 years old when
my father asked me if I wanted to be a hero.
The year was 1999, ’round
about late April, and Dad...
the river that cries
had it been different had it been otherwise i might not have conceived such an elaborate disguise as we walked, that night along the river that cries for the damned,...
