Emma the Dog

My dog Mack is the official love dog, but the story of true love in our house starts with the scrappy Catahoula, Emma. I never wanted a dog (you can’t leave town! They are so dirty! They eat poo!) but I worked at a dog-friendly company and all the employees with dogs took lots of breaks, and I thought it was either get a dog or take up smoking. We went to the Super Adoption, just to look, where all

Winter Gray

We all know people who view the world in a very black and white fashion, but I am all about gray. I once infuriated an Austrian who I went wine tasting with. “Do you love it?” he would ask. “I don’t love it, but it is interesting.” “So you hate it,” he said. “No, I don’t hate it.” He didn’t understand the vast possibilities of the middle. I spend a lot less time loving winter than I do the other seasons, but

Have a little outdoors in your weekend

My first real office job, the kind where you sit at a desk for 40 hours a week, every week, month after month, was at a company with a deep commitment to outdoor activity and culture. There was always someone to run with at lunch, dawn patrols to bike/ski before work were normal, and weekends were almost always spent in the pursuit of being outside. Monday morning was a flurry of stories of climbing, mountain biking, skiing, adventuring and generally

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