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Today's Features

  • The gossipers. The whisperers. Whatever you want to call them, they’re inevitable. The butter these people churn is everywhere we turn and even when we don’t realize it.

    What I do realize though, is that being a subject to gossip is one of the sacrifices one makes when living in a small town. It comes with the territory. Anyone who is somebody is going to be talked about and they just have to accept it. Even the nobodies are talked about; it’s unavoidable.

  • Nancy Bohm held a warm cup of chai tea. She glanced at a painting splashed in hues of rich reds, the black of midnight. It hung, heavy, against an off-white wall. The fierce bodies of stag, antlers angled in flight, seemed to leap from the paint, as if the canvas caught fire.

  • “My Camping Trip”

    Carol Johnson,

    author and illustrator

    ISBN: 1-4276-1307-9

    For information, contact Carol Johnson, P.O. Box 1152, Pecos, NM, 87552 or at casjart@gmail.com

    This charming children’s book has a painting on every page and a simple text to go with the picture. The book is printed on good quality paper so the pictures can be savored with no fear that the book will decompose as it is held by little fingers.

  • The Las Vegas National Wildlife Refuge is a year-around treasure for those who enjoy birdwatching or just getting out into nature. But on Sundays in November, tourists and area residents have a special treat, as an additional wildlife drive is opened, affording visitors the chance to get close-up sightings of numerous waterfowl, cranes and even bald eagles.

  • Karoline Puentes’s voice remains level as she talks about the night a young man named Rodrigo Baca attacked her, left her for dead on the side of dimly lit Santa Fe street.

    “He beat me nearly to death, leaving me permanently disabled. It took me months to recover some sense of normal life.”

  • I don’t actually know what purpose a class song is supposed to serve, but if I had to guess I would say that it is intended to give that particular class a warm wave of nostalgia anytime they hear it, to serve as a reminder of their high school memories any time they happen to stumble upon it on the radio.

    Most songs chosen to be class songs seem destined for the job. They are songs about saying goodbye, growing up, or moving on.

  • Cristina Gonzlez first noticed a change in light when she moved to New Mexico from Seattle after being awarded a Roswell Artist-in-Residence Program grant in 1998.

    “My color changed immediately once I moved to Roswell. The light in New Mexico is very distinct. Unusual. I was painting with heavy blues and grays - the hues of the cloudy northwest sky - but immediately switched to yellows, reds, the vibrant colors of the desert landscape. It wasn’t a conscious switch.”

  • I want to share with you today a message that I have put together based on an article I read a few years ago that appeared in “New Man Magazine,” a Christian magazine for men. It was entitled, “Tell Your Daughter, Quit Tempting My Son” and was written by a pastor named Jody Vickery. It had an interesting premise and I have wanted to share his message since I first read it.

  • The year 1905. Planet earth twisted through its annual elliptical path, the sun one sure comfort in a tumultuous existence. The Russian Revolution began with the slaughter of unarmed demonstrators in St. Petersburg. Albert Einstein revealed his theory of special relativity and explained the photoelectric effect by quantization. The Wright Brothers pilot the first successful half-hour aeroplane trip. 1905 was a strange year for Mark Twain, too.

  • My grandpa was a strong man with eyes that changed colors according to what he wore. He was born Dave Patrocinio Romero and was raised in the area known as EL Cherry, between Romeroville and Los Montoyas.