Steven Hayward

It began with a mandolin. My wife found it at a garage sale. A week later she played the opening riff to “Jolene” for me. Next it was cowboy...

There are five of us in the Hayward family. My wife and I, and three kids who are a mix of teens and preteens. This means our lives bustle...

The mystery began several months ago, when a writer named David Baron visited my class at Colorado College. An admitted umbraphile, or eclipse chaser, Baron is about to publish...

The idea was simple enough. Search the Springs; find our favorite tacos. There should be some definitive ruling on the subject—or at least an article in which a couple...

At the moment you find yourself 50 feet up at the Garden of the Gods, clinging to the side of a rock outcrop for dear life, the question you ask...

In “On the Taco Trail”—from our Winter 2017 print issue—we sent an intrepid pair of writers to scour the city in search of the perfect taco. Their research is...

Since its inception, Springs magazine has sent me on a number of improbable missions. I’ve bared it all at a clothing-optional hot spring, chopped down a tree and biked...

Most everyone—the young and the old and everyone in between—is able to sing along with at least one Billy Joel song. What’s yours? “It’s Still Rock and Roll to...

We had just finished moving into our Colorado Springs home a few years ago when my next-door neighbor arrived to introduce himself. To protect his identity, I won’t be...

When I heard my cousin Amos would be visiting, I was less than thrilled. The little I knew about him was enough to make me nervous. He is more than...