— Subscribe to this topic on PagosaSUN.comReclaiming 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…
Is there a doctor in the house?
My son yelled out as he pulled and pushed at my compression stocking, “I need help.” My Sweet Al, along with three dogs and a daughter, huddled around me, excited…
Carrying the spirit of a child
Is it possible to flourish in old age? I believe it is. I’m finding that the surprise of each new day alone is enough to help me thrive. It doesn’t…
Defined by dignity or pride?
My Sweet Al came home from the doctor’s office distraught. “I can’t believe Mayor Abigail wouldn’t take a plea bargain and has now been replaced.” “Who is Mayor Abigail? What…
‘I think you shot the clown’
Writing can be a fickle medium. In just a matter of words, you can change the dynamics of a written piece turning the funny into something serious. Evidently, I had…
I’m sorry, I’m not sorry
I always look forward to road trips with the family, even if it’s a quick weekend getaway. I am amazed at how much I learn when I’m sitting cheek to…
Borrowed beauty: seeing beyond the surface
By Betty Slade PREVIEW Columnist I told my Sweet Al that I had an idea for my next article. It starts out, “She is covered with cracks and craters. Dark…
Strangers in our midst
The phone rang. I looked at my Sweet Al, he glanced at our son and our son stared at me. I said, “Someone get the phone. I hope it’s not…
When life catches up with the lyrics we sang
April Fool’s Day crept up on us and marked 59 years since my Sweet Al and I said, “Yes, I do.” What did I say yes to? Was it to…
