Dream On

We survived another winter. Spring has returned—along with Passover, Ramadan, the Persian New Year, and City Club’s twenty-first anniversary. I am still alive, and for that alone I am grateful. This season invites reflection: to renew old traditions, strengthen friendships, and remember why community matters.

They say loneliness is the #1 epidemic in America. Nearly thirty percent of households contain just one person. Half of marriages end in divorce, and more than seventy percent of Black babies are born to unmarried mothers. Whatever the cause, the social fabric is fraying, and the quiet ache of disconnection touches us all.

As a young immigrant, I knew that ache well as a stranger in a strange land. I dreamed of belonging to a community not defined by race, religion, or blood, but by friendship, curiosity, and shared meals.

Visitors arriving at Highland first notice the enchanted gardens, the old bricks, the eclectic art, and the delicious food. Yet what truly defines this place are the people and the conversations that unfold around the table.

When I first discovered the abandoned Highland School building, I imagined a modest home and a place to work, dine, and engage in dialogue with friends and colleagues. Somehow, the dream has turned out far better than I imagined.

The successful transition of leadership to Dustin still feels like a miracle. He now runs the club better than I ever did. Together, our team has carried Highland City Club beyond survival after the pandemic toward excellence in diverse programming, delicious food, and community impact that is awakening Boulder from its slumber.

Thank you, as always, for your unwavering moral and financial support of our community. Together, we will continue to nurture City Club as a Securus Locus—a place to gather, to think, to laugh, and to find shelter from the storm.

— Sina.