— Subscribe to this topic on PagosaSUN.comWhat was in Grandma’s purse?
The conversation switched from weddings and funerals to purses at our Sunday evening family dinner. I flipped through a stack of 1986 wedding pictures that were sitting on the table.…
Recognizing His voice
A friend recently told me that she had never heard God’s voice. Her statement took me back. It seemed foreign to me. Over the years, I have learned to exercise…
What’s happening under the snow?
I woke up New Year’s Day to snow, snow and more snow. Through our glass patio doors stood leafless trees in their winter fleece. I said to my Sweet Al,…
A look back at The Chair
This year, I selected some of my favorite articles from the past 10 years. In 2009, I wrote about The Chair, which began the saga of My Sweet Al. Reclining…
Your voice, your first sentence
Did you know that when you open a book to read, the first sentence has a specific design? Writers need to capture your attention and not let go of you…
Life is about giving, not getting
Life is about giving, not getting. A personal gift from my 22-year-old grandson prompted this article. He was so excited for me to see his gift that he opened my…
The flame grows stronger through the years
The article I wrote for this week’s edition was like clanging cymbals — no point, no spirit and no love. I moved the pot to the back burner to simmer…
The darkness of winter, the light of spring
I asked my Sweet Al why the broom was still on the front porch. I had asked him to sweep it. “What are you waiting for?” As sincere as he…
He came for all in the family
The mere flicker of a candle may be our brightest light this holiday season. In the midst of the shortest days and the longest nights comes the light to light…
Call it love, call it reclaiming sacred space
I bit the bullet, rolled up my sleeves and told my Sweet Al, “This has to be a labor of love. There is no other reason I would sit out…
