*Neighbor Update*

I never expected to receive so many email from my last post. Many of you are either currently in domestic violence situations, or have barely escaped — with an fragile tale to tell. Others shared their shame of listening to folks go at it through paper thin...

Before the Windows Close

Dear Mr. Screamy, You live on my street. My office window must face one of yours. My early evenings are often ruined by your booming, violent voice. I’m not sure exactly where you live, or I would have called the police by now. You’re somewhere just over...

More Cowbell, Baby

I tweeted last week that I wish I’d been excited about the “GIANT AMAZING BIKE RIDE COMING THROUGH GOLDEN!” Snooze. I just didn’t care. There had been signs up for weeks notifying residents of street closures and my small town was prepping...

Brian

My friend Brian turned 40 this week. In turn, we had a bit of a fiesta in his honor this weekend at the Heirloom Homestead: That cake was awful. I made his very favorite birthday cake, including a frosting that started with a roux. And he LOVED it. ~K...

Sanctimonious CS

My friend Kent chides me when I climb on a religious soap box (often after a glass or four of vino) that such behavior is “sanctimonious bullshit.” Like the year I gave up Twitter for Lent, but lasted all of 2 weeks and tweeted him to say so. His response...

The Joy of Youth

Hannah and I met when we were working at a bakery together last summer. At just 18, boy did this girl have a lot to teach me. Our friendship bloomed over watching muffins rise and fall in a faulty oven, scrubbing public toilets and trying to find the humor our...