the Nixionary

I spent last Saturday shoving myself up a gradual incline on cross country skiis and then falling on my ass, wrists, and chest on the way back down. Now my knee and my ego hurt, and the impingement problem [...]

I’ve been getting some flack for pieces in The Denver Post. And some good stuff.
Of note in my Nixionary inbox after my last few articles:
A single-sentence man writes: “You should learn how to fish.”
John tells me about the book he’s writing and the books his semi-famous southern son has already written.
A woman living in the [...]

Being Married. It’s a subtle change. Like getting a haircut and forgetting you look a little different until you glimpse a glance of your new look swishing past in a mirror, and you feel a little ping of excitement at the new you. Since I’ve felt my whole life that I [...]

I haven’t known what to write lately because I’ve been stressed and I think stress shakes up the brain like a long run. I never run very far, but I’m in my own kind of marathon between school and work and wedding and this week feels like mile 22.
Most marathon runners don’t train beyond the [...]

I’ve run out of socks that match. I haven’t been able to sleep because I keep thinking about what to put in my empty fireplace without a flue and what a flue is. The temperature dropped, the sky came with it, and I thought about how much of my life in Alaska is spent watching [...]