Yard Sale in Green Fringe

I start the day early because I didn’t put a time on the signs.  I figure the sale will start when I’m ready to drag all my shit out and lay it across the lawn.  But I’m wrong.  The rummagers come early and while I’m partially set up by 8:15, one seriously- seasoned expert in…

My Boyfriend Bruce

I love Bruce Springsteen.  That’s different than saying I’m in love with Bruce Springsteen and want to start a life with him, have his children, ride off into the sunset with the Boss while he gazes lovingly over his shoulder and slows his pace, as my horse trips over a tree stump. “If as we’re…

Surf, Turf and Mansions

A mid-September sojourn to Newport, Rhode Island can be remembered for so many things: bobbing yachts, fresh lobster, ghost stories and lighthouses, sailors, and the way they party…there are a slew of cultural, culinary and natural wonders to behold.  However, my preferred way to spend a sunny Saturday on the coast involves walking and surfing…

Japanese Cowboys

Wyoming is the least populated state in the nation. Cows, steers, road construction and legendary wind are the main signs of life.   People, however, they usually come from elsewhere, just temporarily, for a brief glimpse at the last frontier. With more cattle than full-time residents, Wyoming beef is legendary. Even the road signs tout…

Sometimes I Think I’m Tift Merritt

Sometimes I Think I’m Tift Merritt Resting across this floral couch, a two-seater love seat by the window, I feel the breeze coming through the muggy, sweet-scented night air. I’m taking in the humidity, the thick oxygenated air and the seaside climate of Newport, Rhode Island, and this warm September evening feels peaceful and temperate…

Discovering Sunset

Discovering Newport, Rhode Island in late August was a 180 degree change from my Rocky Mountain backyard. A friend’s wedding invitation, via evite, promised warm breezes and a “booze cruise” and the Jimmy Buffet soundtrack playing in the background as I scrolled through the list of events swept me up into the realm of possibility…

Heather

It’d been over 20 years and I wanted to know what happened to my wild, spiky-haired friend from high school. Married, three kids, two of them twins; still in great shape and dancing in an all-female revue, of the non-exotic variety, 40-something and strutting across the stage like she did in our show pop choir…

Woody Creek Wisdom

There’s this woman that comes into my workplace.  As a writer, I’ve discovered the isolation everyone talks about, the zoning out in front of a white screen for hours, delete delete, run-on sentence, ramble, eyes blurring, come back and look at it later, time to get some fresh air – so it’s good to step…

Words, Music and Musings from Mississippi’s Shannon McNally

“I hate the term ‘female singer-songwriter’, or ‘woman musician’. It makes me recoil,” says singer-songwriter, accomplished guitarist and sought-after collaborator Shannon McNally.  I also hate hearing about ‘girls’ night out, or ‘ladies night’ – let’s get one thing straight; if you’re a lady, and you’re at a bar alone, you shouldn’t have to buy your…

In Pink Pursuit: A Day on the Slopes with Komen Aspen’s Ski for the Cure

The last race/competition/knock-myself-out-for-a- cause was a Team-In-Training marathon I ran about 8 years ago.  I raised $3000 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society and ran the Mardi Gras Marathon in pre-Katrina New Orleans – the course was below sea level, totally flat, full of free strands of beads and beer-filled aid stations; all-in-all, my kind…