Andrea Chacos

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.

AspenTimes.com • January 2024

A five-step roadmap to mountain town reality

Living in a rural, mountain town isn’t easy, and most of the time, we wouldn’t want it any other way. We’re rugged individualists who curate epic adventures, and our shared experiences forge deep bonds with one another. If you come to visit and ever wondered about our quaint way of life, here’s a five-step roadmap that welcomes you to our reality.

Vail Daily • December 2023

Peace and Protest

I could only see a shopping cart, a mannequin and a feather boa when I walked by the loud, messy high school classroom. The shopping cart was filled with books, and it was parked near what looked like a teacher’s desk, although I never saw the English teacher anywhere near it.

Vail Daily • October 2023

The rules of the game

At the edge of town, we have a stubborn red traffic light that refuses to turn green, especially on Sunday mornings. This is when I chaperone a car full of neophytes to their driver’s education class. Part of me wants to wait hours, if not days, for the traffic light to turn green because it’s the law. The other part of me wants to unleash an inner rebel that craves some action. She wants to simultaneously run the red light and yell obscenities while watching it fade away in the rearview mirror.

Aspen Times • September 2023

The doyenne of the trail

I’ve always loved guys, especially smart ones with a personality and good looks. But as I get older, I’m attracted to strong, self-assured women even more than Chris Hemsworth and Jason Momoa combined. According to the Cambridge dictionary, the women I’m drawn to have a fancy French name, too. They are called doyenne, and she is the oldest, most experienced, and often most respected woman involved in a particular type of work.

Vail Daily • August 2023

Does nostalgia live up to the hype?

My son watches me put more coins into the slot and the Skee-balls roll into position. He is not excited to watch me toss tiny balls up an incline and over a hump to win tickets for trinkets I don’t need. I let out a whoop. My son lets out a groan.

Colorado Sun • July 2023

Fireworks are this girl’s best friend

The text message said Happy Anniversary but that’s not what made me smile. The end of the two-word wedding anniversary message was punctuated by a fireworks emoji. I’d expect this type of an emoji from my girlfriend after a grueling 24-hour intermittent fast, but not from my husband of 24 years.

Aspen Times • June 2023

Wisdom my graduate will learn from someone else

We were young, naïve backpackers about to embark on a trek through Europe with no plan, no money, and no return ticket home. We told our parents our goal was to spend a year abroad. We made it three months, and I can now concede — 25 years later — part of that was because we ignored their guidance. We came home with wisdom that was best given on the road by someone other than our parents, and it couldn’t have come to us any other way.

Aspen Times • May 2023

How to be a courteous neighbor in dog town

Legend has it that a woman stepped out of her house one morning into piles of dog poop placed on her porch overnight. From what I’ve been told, the neighbors were fed up with her blatant disregard for four-legged fecal etiquette, especially living in a high-density neighborhood. Some claim the landscaping crew was tired of dodging her dog’s landmines in the common area they maintained. Others say...

Colorado Sun • March 2023

Why I finally said goodbye to my best friend

Beer introduced itself to me in high school and hitched a ride with me when I went away to college. We became sloppy roommates and our intimacy peaked over party kegs, a toilet bowl, and pints of ice cream. One day, beer introduced me to tequila, and I fell hard. We were passionate with one another, and our nights often ended in great sex and a better story the next day. We hooked up only occasionally because our love for one another was so intense.