The F word, the S word

Maya, my six-year-old daughter, approached my home-office desk the other day and stood behind me for a moment. I face a wall, sort of box-canyon like, because the home office is a small converted dining room. But I could see her hazy reflection...

A random act of kindness

Yesterday I was running a bit late for an appointment. Gorgeous day in Denver, it’s 3.5 miles away, parking is a pain, so I decided to ride my new-to-me (but used) road bike. A 17-pound carbon-fiber Scott CR-1 indeed gets one from Lowry to...