Betty J. Slade

 

  • Sweet Al's Secret Fan Club

    My Sweet Al has a secret fan club. Who would have thunk it? Over the years, I have heard from a number of men who have expressed how much they appreciated my column. I always figured they were speaking on behalf of their wives. Until recently, I didn’t know that there are those who secretly hail Al as a hero. Maybe it’s because their own wives are giving them a hard time, too. I received the following email from Jim. He wrote: “Regarding one of your articles on Al’s junk car, I am now speaking u…

  • 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 here in the middle of the baseball diamond in downtown Pagosa at night, shivering and acting like a crazy woman." My daughter said to Al and I, "We need you as volunteers in the haunted house. It's for the Boosters so they can buy uniforms and sports equipment for the school kids. All you have to do is sit there and be scary." "I don't want to, but it's important…

  • Following the blueprint

    There have been times when I resisted change for any number of reasons. I was an artist for 45 years before I became a writer. It's enough to make me wonder, would I have been a better writer if I had honed my skills earlier in life? If only I had a blueprint. Perhaps I would have picked up a pencil instead of a paintbrush back in the day. To be perfectly honest about it all, I'm not sure I would have had anything to say. In essence, it has taken a lifetime of living to believe I have something …

  • Good old glory days

    My heart turns to the boys of fall at this time of the year. I can hear Kenny Chesney sing those lyrics once again. “They didn’t let just anybody in that club/Took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood/To get to wear those game-day jerseys down the hall/The kings of the school, man, we’re the boys of fall/It’s knocking heads and talking trash/It’s slinging mud and dirt and grass/It’s I got your number, I got your back.” Once again, it’s football season. Our grandsons have graduated, but we ha…


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