Don’t look now, but here comes another new year.
Santa came a little early this year.
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.
While in college, I had a roommate from St. Louis who described Texas weather as “not able to make up its mind,” or capricious.
About five years ago, I had a friend who raved about her participation in the Jacksonville, Texas, Police Department’s Citizens Police Academy.
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.
During middle school I became the target. Frizzy hair, braces and glasses that took up half my face — before thinner black-rimmed frames became cool — were all part of who I was.
One Sunday after church, we went a different way home. The day was wet and cold, the kind of cold that chills you to the bone, as Texas weather can do.
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 towards one of the most important relationships in our lives — our marriage?
It took an army of friends and family to motivate me to finish my Bachelor of Arts degree in speech communications in 1985. I was 33 years old when I walked across the stage and am proof that you’re never too old to complete a secondary education.
In the past few years I have become a devout label reader. Before I buy anything, I thoroughly read the ingredients on the package’s label.