I’m up at 3:00 in the morning because I can’t sleep. And I can’t sleep because my mother went out of town this weekend, I was watching her cat, and someone broke into her house …

I’ve had an irritation in the back of my throat for three or four days. It felt like a popcorn kernel had gotten stuck (you know, when you kind of hack, like you have a …

We went to Cassie’s memorial this evening. It was long, full of crying and a few good chuckles, and very moving. I didn’t know her well, but because I am a new member of this …

The police haven’t found Cassie yet, and I woke up thinking, “Maybe it’s just a mean hoax; maybe she ran away.” In half-sleep you are vulnerable to irrational but hopeful thoughts. But in the bright …

This year is off to a very sad start. I wrote a long entry about another tragedy that struck, this time much closer to home, but chose to nix it because it seemed too …

I heard some sad news yesterday. My friend’s co-worker was killed in a car accident on January 2; she was a bartender at Dante’s Inferno, and had served me many beers on New Years Eve. …

We have crossed the Rubicon, people. Our feet are firmly set in 2003. And again, on New Year’s Eve we all debated what this decade should be called:
Aughts.
Zips.
Zeroes.
Nothings.
Historically speaking, no-one remembers what happened between …

Once upon a time, in a land called Boulder, Colorado, I turned 18 and moved into my first apartment with my best male friend. I was young, in love with a delicious young rebel, and …