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A widow sold my friend a 1957 red Chevy. It was polished and detailed with chrome, and roared when it rolled. My friend said to her, “Your late husband must…
The dark horse
Have you ever felt like a dark horse? You know, the one who falls short alongside the golden beauties running on the inside track. Even after all of the spectators…
Run your race
I looked up from my computer to witness a scene that warmed my heart and made me smile. Out the window and across the yard, our son was driving the…
Respect the tension line
A thought popped into my head as I sat down to write. I wanted to hear my Sweet Al’s perspective, “What comes to mind when I say the words tension…
Out to pasture, or set free?
“I think we can let go of this. I’ll put it on the trailer and take it to the dump.” “I’m not ready to let go. The memories are still…
It’s all about timing
Timing is everything. I seldom find someone who will take the time and play Scrabble with me. Only one family member will play the game with me. When our youngest…
Becoming ourselves, our legacy
I woke up, let Whiskey out, patted my Sweet Al on the head, then hit the button on the Keurig as I pondered my next article. How do we move…
The calling is bigger
In 1986, I began holding yearly Christian Artist and Writers’ Retreats. For 21 years, my Sweet Al and I opened our doors here on the Blanco. I was beginning to…
Reclaiming the years the locust has consumed
Another week and another trip to Durango. Only this one would be a bit different from our most recent trips. This trip? My Sweet Al and I sat in the…
‘God is in Hollywood, too’
It’s graduation season: a time for fresh faces, bright eyes and young minds full of hope and ideas to venture out to new places beyond our little town of Pagosa…
