Andrea Chacos

Vail Daily • October 2025

Is it really wrong to listen to a book?

A hard-core bibliophile can often be identified as the traditional hero; a glasses-wearing, tea-drinking avid reader who will defend soft light, quiet spaces, flipping pages, and underlining phrases until her last, dying breath. One hand holds a physical book while the other dog-ears corners of the pages that forever annotate a moment, a sentence, a feeling.

AspenTimes • September 2025

The Last Supper

Some families show their love with hugs or celebrating lifetime achievements with one another. My family does so by telling you how to eat a bagel or a slice of pizza. We’re devoutly vocal about food and demonstrate our affection for one another by arguing what should be on the menu for dinner while we’re still debating bacon’s ideal thickness over breakfast.

PostIndependent • August 2025

For the love of the game

Every Sunday, I sit in my living room watching grown men clobber each other senselessly and ask myself what would pair well with a plate of buffalo wings and beer. I invite only those who will bring more food and who would also be comfortable cramming together on my couch for a few hours.

AspenTimes • July 2025

I see deadpan people

The menu was highbrow for a midday potluck at work. The venue was not. We felt compelled to share our culinary knowledge and techniques in case anyone dared to compare us to the spartan, sink-less, and dirty fluorescent breakroom where we often congregated during pauses from our workday.

AspenTimes • July 2025

What’s so special about a holiday in July?

The Fourth of July is the only holiday I tolerate being hot and sweaty from sunrise to sunset because there’s the promise of fireworks at its conclusion.

Post Independent • June 2025

The summer slowdown

June is when the vibe in the air changes and my winter malaise magically melts. I wake from a hibernation that puts me out of social commission for many months of the year and I say good riddance to winter and its long, bipolar shoulder season. No more confusion when to put on a waterproof snowsuit or take my chances with shorts and flip-flops when heading out the door for the day. I tuck away my underutilized skis, my self-diagnosed Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), and my introverted moodines...

AspenTimes • June 2025

Beware — a redhead ahead

Generations of gingers have burdened my family with fiery attitudes and overly assertive personalities. My redheaded grandmother was a strong-willed, intense Hungarian. My mother is the same. I was also born possessed by a deep desire for self-control, perfection, and require frequent reminders to take my surly, “know-it-all” attitude down a notch. Hating my red hair and the hot-headed temperament that comes with it has always been at the top of a list too long and sad to print here.

AspenTimes • May 2025

DEI — Dignity for everyone immediately

The magical trifecta of being white, male, and having socio-economic stability in America is so baked into my ethos that when diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI) initiatives came crashing down recently, I became sensitive to the injustice of it all.

VailDaily.com • March 2025

Rules to fly by

I recently returned from an intercontinental trip that totaled eight flight segments. Although this does not make me an experienced globetrotter like one of those million-milers, the many flights allowed me to see how society’s rules often deteriorate as our stress level increases. To make airplane travel a pleasant experience for everyone, I’ve jotted down a few unwritten rules to follow when we take to the friendly skies.

AspenTimes.com • February 2025

Middle child syndrome

My son has “middle child syndrome” despite my exhaustive effort to avoid such a diagnosis. Over the years, I’ve been careful to give my children equally-sized birthday presents and let all three get their favorite treats at the movie theater because they compare these types of things.

AspenTimes • December 2024

Searching for my spiritual holy grail

I always come up blank when I question the purpose of life and I’ve watched It’s a Wonderful Life plenty of times to understand that it’s supposed to be the culmination of the little things we do, what we say, and how we act that give us meaning.

AspenTimes.com • November 2024

When your car’s license plate stands out in the crowd

I drove through the four-way stop sign without slowing down or stopping because I didn’t even see it. Someone to my left pressed on their car horn so passionately that I thought I was the star in some sappy Hallmark movie. I slammed on the brakes before hitting a pedestrian in the crosswalk and then proceeded to roll through the intersection in indecisive fits, waving apologetically in all four cardinal directions.

PostIndependent.com • October 2024

Why we love and hate the family chores

I ignored the heated dispute by pretending to be an overworked human resources executive and prayed the team would utilize the problem-solving skills I’ve been coaching them on for years. Soon I heard a door slam, a few zesty words that would make a kindergarten teacher blush, and the whirr of a lawn mower. The other teenager dramatically dragged the vacuum out of the closet and then washed the sink’s dirty dishes as if teasing them to break.

VailDaily.com • September 2024

The devil is in the details

My son likes to quote, “Manners maketh man” whenever he sees humankind acting in ways that disrupt his sense of order. I get excited when he speaks like this, not because I raised a son whose command of etiquette would make Emily Post proud, but because I perversely enjoy seeing people behaving recklessly in the wild. It’s like going to the zoo to gawk at orangutans except human beings are more fun because we were taught to pick our noses and fornicate in private.

VailDaily.com • July 2024

How to leave the party with a walking taco

I worked my way toward the door looking for a way to leave the party although I was still having a good time. I had already mingled with friends, contributed to the potluck feast, and wished the guest of honor a happy birthday. I even gave the host a small gift upon my arrival because I knew I wanted to depart a couple of hours later without so much as a goodbye when my bed and a book called me home. I despised the effort in long, drawn-out goodbyes, and preferred a quick and quiet exit instead....

VailDaily.com • July 2024

What if it was more than luck?

“Run. The cops are coming!” yells any teen doing something they’re not supposed to be doing. Everyone scatters because no one wants to risk getting caught. Having to explain the group’s bad behavior to a bunch of dismayed adults is the fastest way to become a pariah in a herd of teenagers.

AspenTimes.com • June 2024

Why do it now when you can wait another day?

This newspaper deadline looms, and I continue to ignore it. No one would label me lazy, but I put off writing this article to organize the linen closet. I also care deeply about brushing the winter coat off my dog, trimming the cat’s nails, and re-arranging the junk drawer in my kitchen. These are very important tasks that need my immediate attention. This essay can wait another day.

VailDaily.com • April 2024

Is there karma?

My body hit the pavement like an asteroid entering Earth’s atmosphere. My face and knee absorbed the initial impact, and I would soon have black and blue marbling like a slab of prime beef served at a high-end restaurant. I lay on the ground stunned until I could confidently roll over and dust off my pride. Some would call this a clumsy accident because I wasn’t looking where I was going, but as I recalled my previous days’ actions, I decided once and for all: Karma is real.

AspenTimes.com • March 2024

Why abortion needs to live

I am in a crowded park using a toilet without a door, there is no toilet paper, and everyone is staring at me because I’m sitting naked from the waist down. A week earlier, I approached a hairpin turn and continued to pick up speed. No matter how hard I pressed the brake pedal, I could not stop the car.

VailDaily.com • February 2024

A teenagers’ guide to calling out ‘sick’ from work

I think death is knocking on my bedroom door ready to put me out of my snotty misery, but it’s only my father with a cup of tea and a thermometer to take my temperature. I have a flair for the dramatic and cough loudly. I want to call out sick from my part-time weekend job, but I am in no condition for responsibility. I’m too impossibly weak to lift the telephone receiver to call my boss and tell him I won’t be able to come to work this Saturday.