• Remember the well

    Do you remember when God laid something on your heart to do? Your passion grew hot. You lost sleep at night. You told the world you had a revelation from God and it would be the most important work you would ever do in your lifetime. Then it fizzled out. Maybe it was when you moved here. A lightning flash from heaven struck you silly. You were supposed to be in Pagosa. You couldn’t contain the excitement. You spent moths planning your move. Now you wonder why you’re here. You made it through the…

  • You're not forgotten

    Don't forget your mother. She might be the only person who always loved you and believed in you. She prayed for you when everyone else lost hope. She believed that one day you'd get your life together. And you did. There is something about the heart of a believing mother. She is connected to God on your behalf and might be one of the reasons you are where you are today. She'll always be your mother, no matter where or how she is. I visited a friend in a nursing home this week. I recognized sever…

  • Keeping the lid off

    I told my Sweet Al, "To live in a bubble in this day and age would be easier, but we can't. We must live in the real world and stay connected with our grandchildren. This gives them the freedom to come to us with their crazy wild ideas. Even if their ideas are not of our choosing, we must be cheerleaders for them." The way we can stay current is to keep moving forward with the next generation and the things they are facing. Moving forward, but staying anchored, with our beliefs and without compr…

  • Don't take your love to town

    I love Pagosa. Our little town is not like some of the others around the state. We still have a hometown feel. I don’t want to lose our family-friendly place. We are free from the pretentious trappings of the big city. I saw a woman step out of her shiny clean Cadillac wearing diamonds and pajamas. By the looks of her clean car, she is definitely a visitor. So, what am I saying? Pagosa is who we are. I love that our little town has an unpretentious way about it. But there are limits. I have to d…

  • What's mine is yours

    April 1, 1960, 18 and my Sweet Al, 24, we had no idea what we were doing or saying. Sixty-four years later, we have changed, but some things have remained the same as when we stood before the preacher and said, “I do.” We made the decree back then, “What is mine is yours, and yours is mine.” Those words might sound old-fashioned today, but they have come to fruition and are more real than we could ever imagine. What does “I do” mean today? It surely doesn’t mean all that I thought it would back …

  • Hit the ball and drag Joe

    The search started with a punchline. My daughter said to me, “I was trying to remember the joke we always told in the family: Hit the ball and drag Joe.” She said, “I went to Google search and typed in the punchline and the joke came up.” “You’ve got to be kidding.” “I’ll show you.” There it was. The joke. “One Saturday Bob came home tired and disgusted. His wife asked him, ‘How was your golf game?’ “Bob said, ‘The worst game of golf ever. We got to the first tee, Joe hit a hole in one and drop…