My brown leather shoes have turned gray with mancos dust. I’ve just driven through the deadliest stretch of highway in the state of Utah, between the mouth of Spanish Fork Canyon and Green River, UT. I drive it all too often. It is my lifeline to Salt Lake City. To…

I don’t even know why I brought it with me. I guess it’s one of those things–you find the perfect dress on a clearance rack at TJ Maxx and save it for five months so you can wear it at a dinner party that only happens once a year, but…

I never imagined myself here. An advocate and champion for a tiny speck of a town sitting between two exits of a highway in southeastern Utah. A place that many described as the armpit of the state when my family and I moved from Salt Lake City. That was six…

The summer of 1992 was the height of the 16-bit home video game era. Swift competition between the SEGA Genesis and the Super Nintendo Entertainment System developed as hedgehog supporters, blue in the face with rage, clashed with monkeywrench wielding plumber boys in a multi-player quest for supremacy. Arguments over…

Giving to something bigger than yourself — When Broken Social Scene played the Fox Theatre in Boulder, Colorado in November of 2007, the last breath of autumn was drifting from the front range of the Rocky Mountains. My friends and I had piled into a Toyota Camry and left Salt Lake City the morning of the show…