Curtis Shelburne “Make me a god!” It seems like such a strange request—until we realize how often we probably make this same request ourselves. Israel’s children were waiting in the desert at the foot of Mount Sinai. Moses had been summoned up the mountain by God Himself. Jehovah was about to give to Moses to […]
Freedom New Mexico I t’s difficult to take Washington seriously when politicians bemoan the federal deficit, whine about underfunded agencies and whimper about budget woes. It’s all the more galling when we’re reminded how Washington uses taxpayers’ money. Sen. Tom Coburn, R-Okla., has released, “The Wastebook 2010: A guide to some of the most wasteful […]
CNJ staff photo: Liliana Castillo Karen Garcia looks over the Too Good for Drugs, Too Good for Violence workbook at her office. The same program is taken to students in Portales’ schools. By Liliana Castillo: CNJ staff writer Alcohol prevention is not a stranger in Roosevelt and Curry Counties. Both areas have programs in place […]
By Kevin Wilson: CNJ Staff Writer Charlene Seales never met a stranger. She preferred hugs over handshakes and believed everybody should be a twin. She was also remembered by family members as the biggest source of energy and support in their lives —whether it was the distinct voice of support in athletics or the quiet […]
A letter from a thankful grandmother in Sunday’s Clovis paper referenced a “purple man.” Nora Cross’ 5-year-old grandson credited this stranger with helping him cross a busy 21st Street on his adventurous way to school last week.
Grant McGee: local columnist A total stranger angrily confronted me the other day. I’m not going to go into any great detail about what happened. I drove into a Clovis neighborhood and stumbled into a drama-in-progress. The stranger thought I was part of it. Later as I tried to make some sense out of this […]
by Judy Brandon: CNJ columnist Have you ever passed judgment on someone else without knowing all the facts? I’ve told this story before, but it never goes out of style: One Sunday night about 1963, I was sitting on the back pew at church with the rest of the teenagers. My father was preaching and […]