But this is his battle, this is his war. This is his generation.
I can’t wait for right now.
Slowly, slowly, me and Goldie.
You are allowed to hate the fifty first dates and only three second ones.
I didn’t think I owned much. After I’d left my apartment in Iowa, giving away my table and chairs, my dresser and couch, I’d moved to Colorado by myself in … Continue reading you let go
We’re tired of the establishment. So let’s make a change, even if that means that we vote for a future a bit further away than January, and a result a bit closer to home than Washington.
I loved Denver – she was just my type. In appearances, the mountains glistened, the city sprawled, the old became new. In personality, there were a thousand places to go, … Continue reading Life out of season