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Inflated egos and deflated balls

When I met my friend for lunch, she wanted to talk about a book she was reading. She said, “Before the 1900s, people valued and looked up to people of…

Who’s thinking for whom these days?

My friend, Julie, wrote an article titled “Does Marriage Lower Your IQ?” Apparently, it does. It’s taking a mastermind and great effort for my Sweet Al and I to understand…

Signs of getting old

I was talking to an artist friend about her artwork when I looked down at the front of my shirt and said, “Look I just slobbered on myself. I can’t…

Full circle in my row

I recently wrote an article about picking cotton. We’re all in the same field, but different rows. Your row doesn’t look like my row. The cotton looks the same, but…

We left Pagosa in a blizzard

Our daughter called, “We are so glad you’re coming to California this year for the holidays, but are you sure you don’t want to fly?” “Thanks, but no thanks. Your…

Surely, you’re not one of those?

Blow me away with a feather. I was talking to a friend about a book she was reading about introverts. She said that she was talking to someone about being…

Working our row

This time of the year I always feel like I have to wrap up the year and be ready to unwrap the next year. Maybe it’s the way I mark…

Will they ever grow up?

I heard a mother ask, “Will they ever grow up?” She was asking a rhetorical question. She knew better than to expect an answer. She’s probably asked herself that question…

My gift is in his hands

I made the statement years ago, “My Gift was in his hands.” I was talking about my father-in-law, who was a wonderful artist. He was egotistical, an angry man and…

Living our dream in Pueblo

My Sweet Al is eye candy on my arm. We’re decked out in red ThunderWolves T-shirts and blue windbreakers. We have Team Wylie blankets, game bags, red sparkling pompoms, red…