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Confessions of a Banshee

Mostly Tragic Tales of Dating, Living & Working in the Mile High City

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    Good Grief

    Ten days have passed since the death of my grandfather. Today was the first day that I did not wake up thinking of him. I brushed my… Read more “Good Grief”

    October 13, 2017 by confessionsofabanshee

    He Did It His Way 

    Yesterday I left a hot and sunny Chicago day and returned home to a cold and snowy Denver evening. I twisted the key in my apartment door… Read more “He Did It His Way “

    October 10, 2017 by confessionsofabanshee

    At the End of This Long, Strange Trip

    Yesterday I returned home to my apartment in Denver after a weekend away. Sun splattered across the wood floor and my plants meandered their happy leaves toward… Read more “At the End of This Long, Strange Trip”

    October 2, 2017 by confessionsofabanshee

    Mama

    Mama, Today is your birthday. You have reached your 60th year. I know reading this blog is among one of the first things you will do today… Read more “Mama”

    September 10, 2017 by confessionsofabanshee

    Fridge Batteries

    One recent evening I hopped on my bike and rode to visit a friend who lives nearby. It was the kind of night in late summer that… Read more “Fridge Batteries”

    September 6, 2017 by confessionsofabanshee

    drugs and bugs and weapons (oh my)

    “Did you see that gun?” my colleague asked me as we left the home of our shared client. I had indeed seen the gun. I also saw… Read more “drugs and bugs and weapons (oh my)”

    August 28, 2017September 7, 2017 by confessionsofabanshee

    Endure the Panic, Savor the Thrill

    Free fall feels nothing like a fall at all. I know, because I just paid a dude named Ian $209 to shove me out of an airplane… Read more “Endure the Panic, Savor the Thrill”

    August 19, 2017August 19, 2017 by confessionsofabanshee

    Carpe the Fuck out of this Diem

    I am a bit old-fashioned, and not just because I drink them. I have a typewriter and a quill pen. I keep an address book and send… Read more “Carpe the Fuck out of this Diem”

    August 15, 2017September 7, 2017 by confessionsofabanshee

    More Like Congenital Hot Disease

    One winter night in my mid-20s I sat alone at my neighborhood dive bar. As I sipped bourbon and snacked on popcorn smothered in fake butter and… Read more “More Like Congenital Hot Disease”

    August 15, 2017August 15, 2017 by confessionsofabanshee

    If You Give an Ex a Muffin 

    I am sure many of you are familiar with the children’s book classic, “If You Give a Moose a Muffin” by Laura Numeroff. I received flowers on… Read more “If You Give an Ex a Muffin “

    August 15, 2017 by confessionsofabanshee

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