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Soaking Wet in Colorado

Every day since early May, an incredibly cheerful robin has been singing from the top of a tree behind my house. Chee-oo-woot, chee-oo-woot, chee-oo-weet, chee-oo woot.  He’s the Gene Kelly of birds. Because for six weeks straight it’s been snowing, hailing, spinning tornados, flooding, or pouring here in Denver. And this bird keeps singing in […]

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Mad Max rides into the West

Last Thursday, I emerged from a movie theatre weak-kneed and sweaty-pitted, nerves fried and brain buzzing, simultaneously terrified and exhilarated by the sight of my own car in the parking lot. I had just seen Mad Max: Fury Road, George Miller’s deranged ode to vehicles, explosions, and maybe, just maybe, the importance of environmental advocacy. Most […]

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