Adventures in the Mile High City

In three hours’ flight time, you’re suddenly peaking out at the Rocky Mountains, a chain that’s usually snow-capped and gorgeous, gleaming majestically as they do on so-inspired Coors’ cans. As you touch down, ...

The City on the Sound: Seattle

Even though it wasn’t raining — and I’d been informed that it’s “always raining in Seattle” — water beads slid along the train-window lazily as I stared out into the lumberyards of SoDo (South Downtown). I was ...

The Hoity-Toity Nature of Travel

(... and why you won’t find it in this issue.) *** I grew up, like many folks, poor. I’m talking “ice on the walls from a leaky roof during winter” poor. I’m talking “WIC vouchers and sleeping with ro...

The “Black Sheep” of LGBTQ Journalism

I’m going for complete honesty here, no matter how many hackles it raises, but I’ve embraced the title of the “Black Sheep of LGBTQ Journalism” bestowed to me by a younger, “smarter” journalist who writes outra...