In This Season …

In This Season of Soup, of remembering, gathering, the sugar skulls and crisp leaves like a loved one’s skin, I cook to celebrate your lives, and cry into t...

My Father

by Sheryl McGourty “How ‘bout some steamed carrots, they’re good for me, right?” This simple question had weight. My dad relinquished his trust to me in most h...

At First Light

At first light, we walk out the back door armed with a freshly sharpened fixed blade hunting knife, a ½ inch diameter rope, a pot of boiling water, and two 5 ga...

The Path to Here

My dog, now awkwardly solo that his brother was suddenly gone and buried only two nights before, drank tap water from the motel room’s plastic trash can. No dog...

Welcome to Paonia

By Spencer Lightfoot ‘Welcome to Paonia’ … that’s what the sign reads. And, the sentiment is genuine. This small town nestled at the base of Mount Lamborn is...

The Bow Guild

Nov. 15  Dave, Ben, Jojo, Terry, Chris and I meet for beers, elk burgers, and talk of biweekly gatherings of winter bowmaking. Hunting seasons are over, we’re a...

Grain-Free Pumpkin Bread

When the leaves start to fade gently to orange and yellow, and the quintessential crisp air of fall greets you every morning, you know it is time to pull out th...