By Kathleen Thomas Gaspar
When the email dropped into my iPhone a few weeks ago, I saw the heading of “Hamster” and immediately, instinctively knew.
After 18 years of weekly submissions (936, for you mathematically inclined), I was being pink-slipped by the Salida Mountain Mail. Continue reading
After a few false starts and true prayers, I changed the tone of this column from pure venom to something slightly sweeter. That would be hemlock.
On our drive back to small-town Cañon City from the scary-to-old-ladies enormous multi-cultural complexity known as Denver International Airport, my friend Jonna and I whiled away a bit of the time discussing the human condition (abysmal), the need for humans to jet around the world and the necessity of a place like DIA (abysmaler) and the airport itself (abymalest).
By Kathleen Thomas Gaspar
Just about the time my own children began blessing me with grandchildren, a peculiar thing started happening in my pre-frontal lobe.
The pre-frontal lobe, dear readers, is the brain’s very own file cabinet for short-term memory. I know because I Googled (or, more precisely, Binged) it on line. And just because I am at this moment in time explaining the pre-frontal lobe and its critical role in our ability to remember facts and figures doesn’t mean the information will still be with me 24 hours from now.
By Kathleen Thomas Gaspar
There is a pretty good chance I was one of, oh, three grown-up people on U.S. soil who did not – I repeat: did not – tune in to the Super Bowl on Feb. 3.
By Kathleen Thomas Gaspar
Had I not seen them with my own eyes, I might be inclined to doubt they’re here already. But just so you know, during Saturday’s early morning stroll with Kizzy (translation: she was in such a hurry to get to the open field that the only part of her feet making contact with the ground were her toenails, and I was being pulled in her wake), I am pretty darn sure I saw a robin fly from my neighbor’s yard into his tree.
By Kathleen Thomas Gaspar
What better way to stay warm on a January afternoon than with a steaming bowl of homemade chicken-vegetable soup, with the added heat of a chopped red jalapeño?
Well, one better way today might be to go for a walk outside. In a T-shirt, shorts and flip-flops. With sunscreen.
