Steep Thoughts

Do you have a celebrity doppelgänger? Over the years, friends and strangers have told me I resemble so-and-so or I remind them of what’s-her-name, but I can’t say I’ve ever been mistaken for anyone famous. In fact, it’s more that I have one of those generic faces,...

Generally speaking, I do not hang my hat on astrology or its many, many adjacent practices. I believe in the general sentiment of Love and that we can share our energy, for better or for worse, with others. I know we are beings in nature, surrounded by nature, and so...

“Things are so scheduled, so required, you would think it would build a sturdy framework for time.” I stood in the doorway of my daughter’s classroom the other day, when one of her classmates approached me and gave a tug on my sleeve. “Just so you know,” she said,...

Once, my mom told me that men think in columns or lists and that women think like a bowl of spaghetti—just long threads of thought tangled up in other threads of thought, and if you took hold of one end you could get to the other end, but not without getting stuck on...

It was a sweltering Connecticut summer afternoon, 1984, when I was born unto David and Nancy Kincheloe, their first born. And my mother, having so lovingly grown and begotten me, also dreamed up the name for me, the thing that would be spoken over my existence for the...

When I was a kid, there was nothing like sitting in a wide open field under a vast black sky, suddenly watching it explode with glittering colors and feeling the boom against my ribs. It was a visceral experience, something moving even at a young age, engaging all the...

Well, I’ve been writing this column for a few years now and I’m sure everyone is wondering how I’ve been faring in my transition from city girl to mountain mama. I have been carefully charting my progress and am prepared to give a detailed report. For starters, here...

Well, it’s April. So every conversation you have from now until July will most likely begin with chatter about the weather—and this is the only predictable part of Colorado’s “spring.” I begin this month’s column with the understanding that claiming your region’s...

We went out for dinner during the sub-zero blizzard because that was the way to be sure we got a table. It was us, other locals and the few weirdos who have rented Airbnbs in town and only realized upon arrival that skiing is still a little ways away. You can spot...

Ah, February! Love is in the air. I can’t help the clichés, from sayings like “love is in the air” to writing my February column about love. I’m a hopeless romantic, a sucker for whatever rom-com you want to recommend and completely giddy about the sparkly heart...

Is a clean slate really what we want? In theory, it’s beautiful, it’s poetic—a blank page. Time to write a new story. But as a writer, I’m here to say, sometimes the blank page is anxiety-inducing. It’s just nothing but white space and a blinking cursor, counting the...

I was very confused by “The Twelve Days of Christmas” as a child because Christmas is one day, and also, you celebrate it for more than twelve days. And back in those days of yore, Christmas was generally an exclusively December occasion, so why wasn’t it, like, The...