Author name: Xenia Rutherford

I sat judging the man from my seat at the bar. And a bar stool, as many know, is a perfect spot from which to judge. The man looked out of place in this crowded old west style saloon as he clung tightly to the straps of a very fancy backpack. Made of quilted black […]

Our townhouse in Denver overlooks a beautiful park. On the edge of the park, there is a public outdoor fitness course which one man in the entire Denver Metro area uses. On that morning, he was there, hitting every station in earnest, making the city planner who had fought for the balance board proud. “Installing

Every so often, just when you think you’re going to make good time on knocking out the day’s “to do” list, you have an encounter that grinds time to a halt. Such was an encounter recently when I brought my son Anders to a retro looking barber shop before a trip to L.A. (As evidence

I couldn’t believe it, I had run out of gas. After 15 years I knew my Toyota well. I knew that the needle on the gas gauge could hover in the red zone for miles and miles till it became bored by its own bluff. So, when my car shuddered to a stop in the