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A teachable moment: the drug situation

PREVIEW Columnist I’ve been waiting to write this for some time. I just didn’t know how to address it until I received an e-mail from our son. I have been…

Writing under the influence is not good

PREVIEW Columnist If you’ve beat the virus, you’ve got some grit. You deserve a badge for life. Only those who had it know how sick you can be, and what…

Review: Cut off at the pass

“You and I are chosen for a purpose, we are healed for a purpose, we are called for a purpose and that purpose always involves other people.” — Billy Co…

It was an ugly sweater Christmas

Columnist It was the year for ugly sweaters. I’m sure you went to at least one ugly sweater party in 2013. For us, we did the party and it’s time…

Work with what you’ve got

Columnist “Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.” —…

I’m looking forward, my Sweet Al’s looking backward

PREVIEW columnist I explained to my Sweet Al, “We need to learn our neighbor’s phone number in case we ever have an emergency. We never know when we might have…

Karl, how could you do this to us?

“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” — Mark Twain I wondered what I would write…

A review of ‘Cowboys*Indians’ movie premiere

Special to The PREVIEW As my readership knows, I’m a strong supporter of Pagosa Springs. Ian McCrudden and his Pagosa-based production company, Epiphany Pictures, also feel that strong connection. He…

What keeps a person over 70 going?

Colulmnist If you’re reading this article, that means you made it through 2013. As we ring in a new year, how is 2014 looking for those who are still in…

What’s with the underwear?

Columnist Al came home without his underwear. He can’t find them, and he has worried me to death. He’s looked in the car, and he’s called our daughter and worried…