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Serving Clovis, Portales and the Surrounding Communities
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While packing to take my oldest son to the hospital for brain surgery, I came across a shirt we had bought for him around St Patrick's Day. On the shirt was the phrase "Born Lucky." I looked at it for a moment and thought having a congenital abnormality in his brain which was causing it to be crushed didn't seem to qualify him. I packed it anyway because it was one of his favorite shirts and reflected the kind of attitude he had about the world. Unlike the majority of kids who feel mad at the normal limitations their bodies...
While packing to take my oldest son to the hospital for brain surgery, I came across a shirt we had bought for him around St Patrick's Day. On the shirt was the phrase "Born Lucky." I looked at it for a moment and thought having a congenital abnormality in his brain which was causing it to be crushed didn't seem to qualify him. I packed it anyway because it was one of his favorite shirts and reflected the kind of attitude he had about the world. Unlike the majority of kids who feel mad at the normal limitations their bodies...
My first experience with the Hatch green chile occurred a few years ago at an upscale Texas grocery store called Central Market. Once a year they had a festival at the store featuring these spicy and tasty chiles. Now I personally am not one for hot peppers but I do like the flavor of mild or even medium. They offered samples of different recipes from steaks smothered in green chile cream cheese sauces, to delectable chile encrusted catfish and even fried green chile chips. I was in heaven, but it only lasted so long. During...
Life doesn't always end the way we want it to. A little over a year ago the man who raised me passed away from melanoma. It was hard to accept watching someone who had always seemed invincible become a shell of who he once was. My father was a born fighter. Many of his childhood memories recall making do with little because of war rationing and poverty. His family never had much money but what they did have was ambition and hard work. Although his parents only attained a third and eighth grade education, all of their... Full story
Life doesn't always end the way we want it to. A little over a year ago the man who raised me passed away from melanoma. It was hard to accept watching someone who had always seemed invincible become a shell of who he once was. My father was a born fighter. Many of his childhood memories recall making do with little because of war rationing and poverty. His family never had much money but what they did have was ambition and hard work. Although his parents only attained a third and eighth grade education, all of their...
