April 1 is Census Day. It is the date when the 2020 United States Census will count all people living in the United States, regardless of citizenship.
About 30 community members of the Aspen to Parachute Complete Count Committee (A2PCCC) met on Jan. 15 at the… read more →
Jan. 9, 1930 – Jan. 14, 2020
Harry was born Jan. 9, 1930 in Cleveland, Ohio to Harry E. and Wanda B. (Moul) Ritchie.
A Santa Fe, New Mexico resident since retiring in 1995 from a distinguished career as a drama professor, Harry is survived by… read more →
While having surveying done 41 years ago prior to building our home in the Crystal Valley, the surveyors showed us a map of the area from the 1880s.
It indicated a spot about 3/4 of a mile upriver from us labeled “Mobley’s Corral”. This was… read more →
While sipping hot tea in her home that smelled of fresh-baked cookies, a fly on the wall wouldn’t guess that Lisa Goddard and I were discussing death.
“There’s nothing that’s touched me more profoundly than the practice of sitting with the dying. After someone passes… read more →
Seeing big grins on two clients, one 36 years old and the other five at WindWalkers, you realize how fortunate the Valley is to have this equine assisted learning and therapy center here.
And WindWalkers is approaching the finish line into property ownership with the February… read more →
This woman for all seasons rode like a cowgirl, prayed devotedly and, unbeknownst to many, served in both the Colorado State House of Representatives and the Colorado State Senate. Many in Missouri Heights, where she and husband Harold lived after moving from the Front Range, only knew Arnold… read more →
When people hear about our WildChild Chikken Co-op, they either say “Oh, cool!” or “Can I join, too?” The co-op started with a Facebook post almost four years ago:
“We are moving and can’t bring our chickens. 1½ year-old hens for sale; some supplies included,… read more →
Nearly four years ago, Orlando Alfaro moved to the Roaring Fork Valley with the hope of beginning a career as an educator. There was just one major challenge: he could not read, write, or speak any English.
Not one to be deterred easily, Alfaro heeded the advice of… read more →
Having lived in big cities — Denver, Chicago, Los Angeles, San Francisco — my norm was to always be a stranger among strangers, looking warily over my shoulder, carrying mace in my pocket but craving connection and community.
I want to be recognized and remembered.… read more →
Even though we’d been going to the same restaurant for years, I hadn’t noticed a little message at the bottom that read: “Today’s menu was made possible by immigrants.”
I left a tip for our waiter, signed and exited the restaurant, surprised at my own… read more →
