John Bear is a freelance writer based out of Arvada.
This man-versus-nature heart of darkness trip is exhilarating, occasionally tragic and never boring.
God bless HBO late-night 1995.
The empty shelves in the produce and meat sections made me nervous.
When the Republican Party nominated a fire-breathing dragon as its candidate for president in 2024, the beast burned and scorched millions more.
Film will make its Colorado premiere in Boulder Friday, Longmont Saturday.
My innocence died alongside Macaulay Culkin that day.
I wouldn’t say I’m a room-service type of person, I’ve always felt that mountains should be admired from a safe distance, say 20 miles.
The deep slush of nervousness and anxiety that permeate my being cause flu viruses to get depressed and kill themselves once they enter my body.
My high school friend Micah, who fancied himself a rapper, begged his dad to buy him about $2,000 of music-making software and a keyboard.
My name is Sally. I’m looking forward to heaven. I’m a shoe-in. I’ve lived a good life. I recycled and ate cage-free eggs.