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Footprints left behind

I wrote an article for this column a few years ago and had forgotten I wrote it. But, my daughter found it and posted it on my website. When I…

The apple falls close to the tree

It’s apple season and fall apples are ready for harvest. The neighbor’s bees have pollinated the whole Lower Blanco and our apple tree and everything else around us is producing…

What did we expect to see?

My friend spent time with my Sweet Al and me while she recovered from eye surgery. I put all my projects and deadlines on hold and counted the days as…

Moment of the rose and chasing the rabbit

Another season has come and gone. We are saying goodbye to summer and summer flowers. Days are flying by and I’m feeling like I’m speed-reading through my book of life,…

Our heartbeat fights for us to exist

Our heart must beat every moment, and each heartbeat fights for our existence and will strive to keep us alive. This is how our heart is. It also strives to…

Personal vows we make with ourselves

I heard a truth recently that put things into perspective. My friend said, “We make personal vows with ourselves. These vows can stunt our growth and keep us from living…

Green ice-cream cones

If you heard “green ice-cream cones,” many would say with a big smile, “I remember when …” Anyone who lived in the town of Pagosa Springs in 1976 and for…

A predictably unpredictable mind

My Sweet Al said to me, “If you go to a dance with an ugly man, you still get to dance.” “Where did that come from? What is that about?”…

I’m sorry, did I roll my eyes out loud?

One of the greatest joys as a parent is when all of our children “come home.” Cars unpacked and extra place settings added to the table, it’s Sunday night and…

‘Let me rise, let me fall’

Monday morning, I was met at the door by one of the writers in my writers’ group. “You left me hanging. What happened to Sweet Al’s foot?” “It’s still hanging.”…

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