— Subscribe to this topic on PagosaSUN.comArtist’s Lane: Truth: spoken or heard?
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist I have heard various people say, “speak your truth.” Or, “that is his or her truth.” On the surface, it sounds right. Then again, what…
Artist’s Lane: The sole and the soul
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist I had been swept off my feet. I felt my eyelids grow heavy as my eyeballs rolled upward. My legs were in the air and…
Artist’s Lane: Peace and chocolate
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist I can’t believe it. I never saw myself as that kind of a person. I never even thought I could be enticed that way. Before,…
Artist’s Lane: Whiskey goes for a sleepover
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist The phone rang. The voice on the other end said, “How are you doing?” “I guess OK. The doctor called a few minutes ago and…
Artist’s Lane: Land the plane and don’t lose sleep
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist Have you ever been so excited about something that you felt like you were flying? When it seems like the more you process a conversation,…
Artist’s Lane: As the world zooms
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist My Sweet Al dropped his shoulders and looked like a lost little boy. “It’s almost over.” He looked how I would imagine him to look…
Artist’s Lane: Who’s thinking anyways
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist Are we being conditioned or conformed by what we are hearing and seeing? I’d like to know. Are we beating the air, asking the wrong…
Artist’s Lane: A serious dinner conversation
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist When our family gets together, we take turns telling stories that usually end up with an eruption of laughter. That is, until last Sunday’s family…
Artist’s Lane: A view from the top
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist We are living in a time when walls of division, disruption and distraction are appearing all around us. They have likely always been there; we…
Artist’s Lane: Family trip on a shoestring
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist Each year, our family comes from out of town to visit. We tell stories and bring up memories we’ve made together. One of the stories…
