Spring has sprung in the Mile High City! Much earlier than usual, it seems, and you can literally feel the heavy blanket of winter lifting off everyone’s spirits. People just…
You know, some things we just can’t understand until … we do. Then suddenly, it all begins to make sense. The catch in our throat. The quivering chin. The internal…
Denver poet, Joy Sawyer, writes about “Truth-Telling and Nakedness” in her book, The Art of the Soul: Meditations for the Creative Spirit. She urges those who want to create good…
For some reason, thinking about the mansion this week reminded me of the classic movie, Camelot. Anybody remember it? Not the 2004 remake for television, or the First Knight version…
You know how when you need a bang trim, but your stylist doesn’t offer a free one, or you just don’t have time to schedule one…so you think to yourself:…
Knock. Knock. Who’s there? Orange you glad not to see another Journal post about the ache that feels anything but beautiful? Thought so. We’re actually not off the topic yet,…
I hope you judged The Beautiful Ache by its cover last week, and felt drawn to explore it. There’s something so beautiful about it to me, both the title and the…
What do you mean I haven’t posted since Thanksgiving? How in the world did that happen? I actually had a Christmas post practically finished. A really good one. But something…
Thanksgiving. The simplest and purest of holidays. The most unadulterated. My personal favorite. That’s what I wanted to write about this week. The way Thanksgiving stands, so noble and dignified,…