Father’s Day. What does it actually mean? Mother’s Day has clear, crisp expectations: flowers followed by brunch followed by more flowers. But dads lack that stock celebration. As a child, I remember making homemade cards, baking enormous cake-sized cookies, and giving my father the ubiquitous tie...
I’ve never been a Sunday Brunch Mother’s Day kind of girl. Don’t get me wrong, I love migas and mimosas as much as the next mom. Serve them up with hot coffee and some cinnamon rolls please! (Let me linger in bed first, though, for...
Ed. Note: When Emily wrote this it was Spring in Telluride. In the meantime we've had two storms, and over 2 feet of snow. So, I've decided to leave the slider image titled "Snow Sunday." Her title will continue to say "Spring Sunday." Hey, it's...
When a huge boulder knocked out Telluride’s power a few weeks ago and the entire valley went black for close to 24-hours, a curious thing happened: most of the town was thrilled. People lit candles and settled in for the long night, many of them...
[caption id="attachment_56899" align="alignright" width="225"] Moving day[/caption] My cold arrived the same day that the moving boxes arrived. Of course it did. It made sense in some kind of perverse world order that at the same time that I was that packing up the home that had...
It was the last thing I needed to be doing. Ski P.E. at the Telluride Mountain School. I had papers to grade, a house to pack up to rent for Christmas, a graduate school class to prepare for, and a trip to Costa Rica in...
I have to admit. When I discovered my older daughter Siri had a weekend-long hockey tournament in Vail, I wasn’t thrilled. Time is precious. But it is especially precious during the holiday season when there are cards to mail, cookies to make, and parties to...
Out of the mouths of babes...
We lead busy lives in Telluride. It goes without saying, they’re delicious lives, filled with outdoor sports and creative pursuits, in lieu of traffic jams. We work hard and then we get to play hard. In the summer, we bike and hike, climb and paddleboard....
[caption id="attachment_54262" align="alignright" width="300"] Photo credits: Mary Hagan[/caption] My path to a road bike started with (as the best things often do) a dare. Or perhaps I should say a compromise. My husband Andy wanted me to ride the Mountains to Desert Ride, a 103-mile ride...
