Hurricane Harvey hit Texas and Louisiana more than a month ago.
For those of you who may have missed it, a semblance of sanity has returned to Central Texas.
Last week was a tough week for everyone.
Early Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my car on Knight’s Way in Harker Heights, waiting for the light to change so I could head across the bridge over I-14.
A couple of weeks ago, I was assigned to interview a couple of football players at a local school.
It’s always unfortunate when a longtime local eating establishment closes its doors, but I was particularly sad to see Las Casas in Temple close down over the weekend.
You might laugh — but at the tender age of 27, even us young folks can feel the march of time beginning to wear us down.
You know you’re getting old when getting out of bed each morning involves taking inventory of all your aches and pains.
I’m back from the Mayborn Literary Nonfiction Conference in Grapevine, and what a weekend!
There’s a lot to be said for a great dinner out at a favorite restaurant.
My favorite description of an artist “finding the muse” comes from Vladimir Nabokov’s 1972 aptly titled essay, “Inspiration.”
I can’t imagine what it would be like to find out I had a life-threatening illness — and the treatment of that illness would force me to put my life on hold for a year or more.
When you buy a house, the biggest factor is location, location, location, as the old saying goes.
I’ve often been asked, “What’s the point of getting an English degree?”
Sometimes you just have to get away.
When did we become such a negative, unappreciative society?
My wife and I have our wish list going again.
My daughter, Ashley, is the queen of class, both literally as she prepares to graduate as her class valedictorian at her high school in Wisconsin, and figuratively in the way she carries herself with dignity and class on a daily basis.
I’ve always known this community has its share of people who lack driving skills. I’m starting to realize it’s got quite a few people who lack character as well.
I’ve got a birthday coming up this weekend, and it’s a big one.
When did we become a society with such a sense of self-entitlement?
I don’t know whether it’s the Texas Department of Transportation as a whole, or it’s just a few folks farther down the totem pole, but those people really need to learn how to plan.
It was a trip nearly 38 years in the making, but I finally took it.
Over the past almost half a dozen years in the military, I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to forge friendships with people from all walks of life.
When I returned to the United States after spending 18 out of 24 months overseas with the Army, I vowed to set down roots. And this past week I dug those roots right back up after deciding to move once again.
The other day, my daughter shared the wonderful news that she had not one, but two interviews with recruiters from colleges on the East Coast.
February is an odd month.
We’ve all had our brushes with future famous folks.
When is the appropriate time to move on from a pet’s death? Is there ever a “right” time?
Don’t look now, but here comes another new year.
Santa came a little early this year.
Facebook has been my on-again, off-again best friend since 2007. For the most part, it’s been a love-hate relationship.
I’ve gotten a taste of living the single life again this week, and I have to say I’m not terribly fond of it.
I’ve been thinking a lot about retirement lately.
The Chicago Cubs have won the World Series.
My car turned 15 years old this week.
When I was 14 years old, I volunteered (with some generous prodding from my mother, Kathy) for two days a week in the middle of the molten-hot Houston summer to clean out bird exhibits at the Houston Zoo.
According to the calendar, fall starts in 13 days.
Next week, I’ll celebrate 37 years at the Killeen Daily Herald.
It’s been a summer full of critters at the Miller household.
A couple of Sundays ago, my wife and I were running really late for church — so late that we weren’t ready to leave home until the 10:30 a.m. service was actually starting.
I had a not-too-surprising revelation over the weekend: I am a grammar snob.
While in college, I had a roommate from St. Louis who described Texas weather as “not able to make up its mind,” or capricious.
My wife always used to tell me she liked the sound of far-off thunder, calling it soothing and kind of romantic.
In our nearly seven years as homeowners, my wife and I have had to deal with a lot of problems — broken garage doors, rodents in the attic, a hail-damaged roof and a stuck front door, to name a few.
About five years ago, I had a friend who raved about her participation in the Jacksonville, Texas, Police Department’s Citizens Police Academy.
No two days are ever alike.
Our backyard is starting to look like a meadow — and not a very pretty one at that.
Last week I noticed a photo circulating on my social media feed of Mount Enterprise High School’s baseball team, coaches and school bus pulled over to the side of the road during a Shelby County constable’s funeral procession.