Why only young people have babies.
Adam was driving. I was riding shotgun. Behind me in the car seat, Alex was keeping an eye out for cows. The hard “c” sound often comes out a “d.” So when Alex, who just celebrated his second birthday, sees cows in a field, the word we hear is an excited “Dow!”
In the golden pre-winter fields between Ouray and Ridgway, there were a lot of dows. (more…)
“How could any woman think Tiger Woods is sexy?” Ellen barked at the television on Father’s Day, which also happened to be the day of final round play at the U.S. Open. (more…)
A car pulled up alongside us at the light, windows down in the afternoon Albuquerque heat. Instead of the typical, big-bass thump, I heard just a single radio phrase from out of the car before green sent him accelerating. “Oh, Baby. . .” the singer crooned.
It was Mother’s Day, the streets were nearly deserted, the sky a high New Mexico blue you don’t see up north in Colorado. We had just left University Hospital, mothers and babies wing, where our second grandchild, Lily, held court at just a few hours old. (more…)