By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist Ruts took on a new meaning for me when I attended an all-day prayer retreat recently. I stepped out into 6 inches of snow that…
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist My Sweet Al and I have spent our winter evenings watching movies and documentaries. One in particular is a documentary about Harry de Leyer and…
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist Being served from a brown paper bag has taken on new meaning if you’ve dined out recently. What once stored collectibles or hid a “forty”…
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist There is an expression that I have used many times when facing a trial or difficulty: where the rubber meets the road. It’s a phrase…
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist If life is a book, then God is the author. I trust he knows where this story will take us, whether I do or not.…
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist Perusing my old “Artist’s Lane” articles, I found an article I wrote in 2016. It’s interesting to read where we were four years ago: I…
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist We stopped, started and swerved all over the road in 2020. The year was like driving an old Ford Edsel. Unforgettable, but still an Edsel. …
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist A new year has come and we made it. Barry Manilow’s song “I Made It Through the Rain” comes to mind. The Pagosa Springs High…
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist It was one of those phone calls where I’d hoped I was still in deep sleep. After sitting up in bed and collecting my thoughts,…
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist She was a teenager when she learned her life would change forever. The voice of a visitor with a heaven-sent message would have been enough…