It's Jamie's 39th birthday today. If you're looking for some sappy post about how wonderful, amazing and perfect the love of my life is, look elsewhere. He is, after all, the man who ditched me post-childbirth because he was sicker than a dog. OK,...

Bring on winter! Colorado has already received an unprecedented amount of snow and I went snowshoeing on Friday. Well, "snowshoeing" is a bit of a misnomer. More like I carried my snowshoes to the top of Dinosaur Ridge to find deep powder, got lazy...

My 3-year-old son Bode has the answer to every single person's relationship drama. Whenever someone (OK, mostly his sister Hadley) ticks him off, like clockwork Bode chimes in: "I don't wike dat." Which, in Bode speak, loosely means "GET THE CRAP OUT...

Some people look worse as they grow older. I would like to think I have improved with age. **Photo courtesy of my father who obviously thinks the 80s were funny. As you can see, there is nothing humorous about them.© Crazy Bloggin' Canuck--A Denver...

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. My flight from Calgary to Denver, that is. I don't have a great relationship with air travel and why would I? I've had flights canceled, been stranded, had a bird hit the windshield of my flight,...