Ah, the dog days of summer are here. Last-minute vacations, sweating while shopping in the brutal Texas heat, and purging your house to get rid of the old, making room for the new and reorganizing everything to get ready for the school year.
When my kids are home during the summer, they act like ravenous little beasts wanting to eat more than the Incredible Hulk. However, in order to keep my sanity and my money, I have a few tricks up my sleeves.
This Saturday is yet another opportunity to exercise our right to vote in an election.
Early quilters didn’t have time-saving gadgets to help them make their quilts. They cut individual pieces out of scraps with scissors and used a needle and thread to sew them together. They would piece their quilts by candle or oil lamp light. When it came time for quilting, they again used …
For some time now, the adult coloring books have been the big rage. At first they were hard to find, but now you see them everywhere — Wal-Mart, Barnes & Noble, dollar stores and even H-E-B.
Spring is my favorite time of year because of the cool morning breezes, the stunningly beautiful days, and dusk that whispers the promise of a bright, starry night. However, dusk during spring always takes me back to a memory I will not soon forget.
I am the chief of all procrastinators. If I ever get half a chance to put something off, I’ll do it without thinking twice. If there was a contest to find who was the best procrastinator, I’m sure I’d win but then I’d wait too long and not ever get registered.
Our students have undertaken the STAAR test this past week designed to evaluate the knowledge they have gained over this school year. And, we are confident as in past years, that our students have done very well because they were well-prepared.
I think one of the hardest things in marriage is learning to forgive each other.
You’re going to think this is a quirky column, and I honestly agree, but I thought it would be interesting to share with you some of the famous people I’ve been privileged to meet, shaken hands with and interviewed while I was a radio station news director — or came in fairly close contact w…
A new year frequently ushers in New Year’s resolutions. We resolve to lose weight or pay off debt, but how many of our resolutions are geared toward one of the most important relationships in our lives — our marriage?
While we haven’t had a cold spell to scare us out of our warm-weather lull yet, it is coming. Prepare now for it by purchasing needed supplies for outside dogs.
Not everyone is lucky enough to have had the opportunity to play Santa Claus in a public venue.
It’s the end of November and you survived Thanksgiving. Maybe just barely, but you did.
I was both surprised and disappointed to learn the Quilter’s Newsletter Magazine would no longer be published. I learned this when I received my October/November issue in the mail. The announcement was printed in the “From the Editor” column at the front of the magazine. I was also feeling a…
Recently I was in a marriage class when the topic of marital intimacy was being discussed.
Imagine your dream, or one of them, coming true. Then imagine that dream is 1,700 miles away, one-way. Still, further imagine that dream happening over a three-day period.
I have a friend who keeps telling me she thinks quilting is declining. But when you go to quilt shows, and particularly to the Houston International Quilt Show, I find that hard to believe.
Back to school means early mornings, fundraisers, events, sports and community sickness to name just a few of our “favorite” things.
Marriage can be heaven on Earth. Yet it also brings challenges.
It’s personally refreshing to be surrounded by co-workers, friends and acquaintances who work hard, dedicate themselves to quality, making sure the customer is satisfied and take seriously the importance of being kind and assisting those who need help.
This is the time of year when most quilters grind to a halt. With the temperatures over 100 degrees, we just want to hide in the house behind closed blinds and wait for the temperatures to start falling.
One of the biggest problems in marriage is communication.
After my wife and I were married in 1974, we lived in Victoria, about 150 miles up the coast from Corpus Christi.