Essays
A year in three tracks
“A letter to my younger self” (Ambar Lucid)She enters with just the bright, plucky guitar and when she leaves, she does the same—but in...
The hidden path
I called a good friend heartless this year. Who have I become?
I’ve always prided myself on being a rational, reasonable person. I don’t offend...
The bikini
I remember the first time I felt fat. I was 7 years old, and so excited to spend the day at the pool. I...
Stones of remembrance
The side table drawer in my grandparent’s Arizona living room was always full of playing cards. There was the deck with Van Gogh’s self-portrait,...
The ones we let in
I’m not a pet person. It’s not that I don’t like animals. Like people, it just takes me time to warm up to them,...
The garden
I sat on a wooden stool in my garden one mid-September evening enraptured by an orchestra of crickets. They sounded louder this year, like...
That ain’t gospel
Many moons ago, I had a mentor who liked to tell a story about an intern they’d once worked with. So talented was this...
Boulder Weekly’s 6th annual essay issue
Welcome to Boulder Weekly's 6th annual essay Issue. Please use the following links to connect to all the essays in this years publication:
The ones...
