Tag: dec 26 2019 issue

Boulder Weekly’s 6th annual essay issue

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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...

The ones we let in

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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,...

A masochist’s love letter

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I love telling the story of my wisdom teeth. Anytime someone mentions a tooth extraction or dentistry mishap, I weasel my experience into the ring...

Letters 12/26/19

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Toffee troubleshooting I recently was inspired by a recipe in BW (Re: Jean’s Microwave Almond Toffee, in “Dear Santa,” Nibbles, Dec. 12, 2019). It was...

History is in the telling

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History is not the past. It is the stories we tell about the past. How we tell these stories — triumphantly or self-critically, metaphysically...

No more Mr. Nice Guy

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It’s midday on a chilly Wednesday, in a month of Mondays, and Clay Rose is doing some press in between bites of lunch. Through...

Open ended

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Dear Dan: I’m a mid-20s cis straight man. After my girlfriend and I finished college, she moved overseas to start her job. We’ve broken...

My 100-game season

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My baseball loyalty was irrevocably formed in 1961 at the tender and impressionable age of six when the Washington Senators relocated to Minneapolis and...

The garden

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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...

Boulder-based company funds CSU research on CBD and canine brain cancer

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There’s lots of buzz about the benefits of CBD. The non-psychoactive cannabinoid is everywhere: grocery stores, gas stations, liquor stores. A Gallup survey found...

The quick and the dead

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I was 16 years old when my father asked me if I wanted to be a hero. The year was 1999, ’round about late April, and Dad...

the river that cries

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had it been different had it been otherwise i might not have conceived such an elaborate disguise as we walked, that night along the river that cries for the damned,...