To Paris, with love was home alone on Friday night, planning a relaxing evening with my lazy dog, a glass of red wine and Justin Bieber’s new album. I emptied the few remaining contents of my fridge for a fine dining mush that only the best culinary artists could learn in a college dorm. All seemed pretty okay in the world.

It wasn’t until mid-tweet to Bieber that I noticed #PrayforParis trending on Twitter, and with the tap of a trackpad my heart sank.



Thoughts and prayers need action too


I’ve been debating with myself on whether or not I should post what you’re about to read. And it seems as though I’ve won.

Usually, I try to avoid engaging in obnoxious debates — those arguments that should be taken seriously, but neither side is willing to compromise and reach a mutual, beneficial solution. As any proper journalist should, I try to remain as unbiased as possible and it is my personal goal to keep an open mind on all subjects.

But we all know everyone is biased. And I’ve been debating with myself not only on this post, but also where I stand on this topic. And, fair warning, my conclusion — or the closest thing I’ve come to it — is going to probably offend and upset those that thought they knew me. Thats fine, I’m not seeking approval, just wanting to open the door for a (hopefully) intelligent conversation and an effort to finding a solution.

So let’s open this can of worms: gun control.


What my move to Colorado has taught me about water

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Water is a huge issue in Colorado and the Western states. Over the last month, I’ve taken a free online course from Colorado University in Boulder (via Coursera) to learn a little more about the environment I now live in. For my capstone project, I opted to write a blog post detailing what I know and have learned and how my knowledge has shaped certain aspects of my lifestyle. There’s a lot more to it than I’ve included in this lengthy blurb, but hopefully my words inspire others to learn more about water issues and even make changes themselves.

I would love to hear your thoughts on my views on water (it’s definitely becoming a high interest of mine).


Committing to compost

IMGP5751If you ask my mom, she’ll tell you that I was very much the tomboy growing up. I would sweat playing basketball, catch lizards and lovebugs in the backyard and drown myself in Cheetos and Mountain Dew while playing video games with my brother and his friends. Despite all that, I’m very particular when it comes to gross things, like old food.

It’s not necessarily spoiled or rotten foods, but things like apple cores and dinner remains left on a plate for a half hour give me the heebie jeebies.

Which makes perfect sense when I tell you that I’ve decided to try composting.

To be honest, I’ve always thought composting was a weird and slightly disgusting thing to do. I’ve always heard that it is good for plants and the environment, but the idea of letting food rot in a bucket for some time and then dumping it all over the food I’m growing to eat just made my stomach turn. But since I’ve committed myself to a garden this year, I figured it might be worthwhile (and entertaining for you) to commit myself completely and join in this weird world of composting.


A gardening column by a non-gardener


Each year, my newspaper includes a seasonal gardening section embedded between our pages each week. It’s a pain in the butt. Usually we use articles on lawn and garden topics from other services because none of us are really big into gardening. However, I hate the idea of using content that is not original, so I volunteered to do a sometimes-weekly column on my gardening experiment this year. I’ve never kept a garden so I’m definitely no expert, so this should be a fun read to see how my vegetables turn out.

I’ll be including my columns as they post in the paper. Enjoy and please feel free to comment and include tips.


Two years in Colorado

One of the first photos I took after my move. It's still just as gorgeous now as it was then.

I can’t really say what I expected when I moved to Ouray, Colorado two years ago. All I knew was that this was an opportunity for me to make good on my childhood promise that I would one day leave the beaches I’ve always known. Looking back on my 24 months in the mountains, the one thing I will say is that I don’t regret it. I keep trying to think of a moment where I’ve been disappointed in my decision, but nothing comes to mind.

A “grown-up’s” first Snow Day

IMGP3188It was unusually bright out when I woke up at 6 o’clock this morning. Peering out my window, I didn’t see the sunrise creeping over the mountains like I usually do. Instead, it was the blinding white glow of snow as it swallowed the yard while more flakes and flurries scattered from the still-dark skies.

“That’s a lot of snow,” I thought to myself, not thinking it was a big deal.

After all, I’ve been in Colorado for two years now, I know what a lot of snow looks like… Wrong.

Because I’m particularly lazy about walking my dog when a single snow flake falls or the sun isn’t shining right, I shuffled my way to the door to let him out to do his business on his own. We were both greeted by a knee-deep wall of snow.

“That’s really a lot of snow.”