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Stuff that keeps us young

It was another road trip with a bunch of kids in the car, this time for the Blue and White Spring Football Game in Pueblo. We planned the trip in…

Memories of home through a child’s eyes

Our little town of Pagosa Springs carries a postcard ideal about itself. Everyone sees it through their own eyes and perceptions. From my eyes, Pagosa is that little mountain town,…

Danny has left the building

My Sweet Al asks for so little. So, why is it hard to oblige him? He’ll ask for a needle and thread while we’re eating and entertaining guests. Or, he’ll…

Take heart — you’re being re-gifted

My sad, weary and disappointed friend said to me, “I’ve given up my ministry. It’s not working. I quit.” His heart was breaking. He had worn the cloak for 30…

Da charts! Da charts! Da charts!

I asked my Sweet Al for his take on this article. He said it’s different and confusing. I told him it’s a metaphor and unless you’ve been to the island…

No. No. No. Don’t do it!

I yelled at the wrestler on television, “No. No. No. Don’t do it. Don’t let him talk you into it.” Then I yelled at the man who was supposed to…

Road trip to Golden with me and Miss Siri

A road trip for our family means we’re having too much fun; we’ll try new restaurants, no telling where we will end up, cramming everything possible into a weekend and…

When dreams come true, are we ready for them?

Life is funny. We dream about certain things. It’s a reality jolt when it doesn’t happen. We were watching “American Idol.” Some poor little 15-year-old girl was voted off. She…

Quiet! Stop talking for a minute

I was having lunch with a friend, who is an introvert. I wanted to talk to her about making my protagonist an introvert. I asked her, if I did write…

Good neighbors, Sweet Al and turkeys

I thought of our neighbors today and felt safe, blessed and happy. They’re good people. We all moved to the Lower Blanco in 1976 and have lived peacefully next to…