I’m headed to the Democratic National Convention as a delegate for Colorado Congressional District 5.
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I’m still in a bit of shock over here, but if you’d like to know the whole story of how this happened, head over
Hi everybody! Dang I love Bernie Sanders! Like many of you, Bernie is why I decided to go from only voting in major elections to becoming a Democrat to volunteering then caucusing then delegating then lo-and-behold speaking as his surrogate
Oh, dear ones. You know how we’re all trained by media for the PRE-announcement announcement? Well, here’s one:
It has been one. long. haul. holy cow. Almost exactly nine years ago, I set off on an adventure I thought would
My First March: Why I’m Marching for Bernie Sanders
A friend said to me yesterday, “Go hiking instead of marching. Nature is eternal, politics, not so much.” And so I pondered why I was “wasting” this glorious 60-degree Colorado winter
Three years ago today, my mom died after a long battle with cancer. She was 67. Too young.
Unlike the others, this anniversary has not felt muffled and dark. Instead, it’s been filled with hanging out with my children and
I recently took a trip. To the beach. A dear friend asked me to cat-sit for a little over two weeks at her condo right. on. the. beach. Balcony overlooking the sand. Twenty or thirty yards from the water. I
“Just stay humble.” “Don’t get too excited.” “You’re not all that.” Have you ever heard these sorts of words? In my humble opinion, I think hearing them at the beginning of an endeavor cripples accomplishment and creativity. If you want
It was February 2012. I was about to launch the serialization of my book, The Oat Project. I got a call from family saying my mom was in the hospital. She had beaten cancer twice since 2008 but had struggled
Note: That photo up there was taken post-tattoo, post-book, long after the moment below happened. In the following, I was just trying to do and finish the project, feeling like I sucked at everything, trying to do what I said I
JOURNAL 11.21.2012
Last night, I sat with my mom as she struggled through the worst night of pain thus far in her fight with cancer. Her abdomen was sore from throwing up, the morphine was not working well, and her thirst