“The Legend” — alias, Anna Marie Milligan — is calling it quits tonight as Santa Fe High School’s most heralded and beloved Lady Indians volleyball coach.
One of the great things about the game of golf is that it allows one to take in some of the greatest sights and sounds on the planet.
“In America, anyone can grow up to be the President.”
Democracy is alive and well — at least in one small town in the Hill Country of Texas.
Newton had his apple; I have my acorn.
My wife and I finish each other’s sentences — but not for the reasons you might think.
Cleaning out the garage never felt so good.
As much as time passes, it remains the same.
The older I get, the more I appreciate the “you are the sum of your parts” theory.
The Fourth of July is more than hot dogs, colorful banners and fireworks.
One week after the bullets stopped flying at an Orlando club – leaving 49 people dead – the impact of the killings stubbornly remains behind.
Earlier this week, I saw a dead woman walk out of the surf. That’s what her daughter had feared, at least.
Details matter — especially to Bob.
Technology is beginning to take the fun out of life.
With last week’s arrival of Mother’s Day came a wash of memories for me.
“What you’re doing is the ultimate act of love.”
It was a cold, wintry day. No, actually, it was May.
My hand accepts a paper cup anonymously extending outward from behind an orange water cooler. The cup feels cool to my fingertips.
“You know,” I said, speaking to a friend. “I might need to be a bit more careful at my age.”
The biggest hands I ever shook are tied to one of the biggest hearts I’ve ever met.
Only a week before, I’d first seen the homeless man in the oversized sweatshirt entering a rear door during a local church service.
Sometimes, all it takes is a hug.
“So what is the secret to a long, happy marriage?”
Recently, I found myself performing the hallowed duties of judging a spelling bee held by a local rotary club.
My grandmother was big on manners. So much so, they once put her in a letter writing exchange with the most powerful man on the planet.
Valentine’s Day scares the daylights out of most men.
I’m sitting in the booth of a local restaurant when I find myself talking with a friend about the good work he does for the homeless. Tireless in his compassion, he and a handful of others work year around to help those who’ve dropped of the grid of society — sharing a simple brown bag meal, bottle of clean water, and a warm smile.
According to a popular post on social media this week, the Powerball jackpot carried the potential to eliminate poverty in the United States.
The other day I found myself passing through a local coffee shop. At a small table near the door sat two white-haired gentlemen — one significantly older than the other. On the wooden desk before them sat scattered papers and other reading materials.
Thanksgiving is not about a turkey dinner. No, rather today is about us giving thanks — both directly and indirectly — to those who make our lives full. It also is a time for us to give thanks for the blessings bestowed on us as well as openly share wishes for others in the world.
With hands loosely clasped in his lap, a sweaty empty beer bottle before him, the old man’s body telegraphs the enormous weight of the world resting on his worn-down shoulders.
Dreams can originate from the most unusual places.
I am still not sure why she said yes. Thirty-four years ago this month a beautiful young college student, sitting three rows behind me in a history class, agreed to go to lunch.
Our son is traveling solo in an old SUV loaded down with a tent, a sleeping bag and a burning desire to see what he’ll discover over the next horizon. With an agenda loosely based on visiting national parks — camping, hiking and biking — he’s unknowingly finding himself with each new day.
Get ready, set, read! This easily could’ve been the tagline for the hundreds of runners and walkers who turned out for the fourth annual Daily News Press Run on Saturday morning.
The recent shooting of a sheriff’s deputy in Houston serves to underscore what many believe to be an unpinning of regard for authority toward those sworn to protect us.
Often in life we preoccupy ourselves with the intent of avoiding failure at all costs — as if doing so will guarantee our personal growth and success in life. And then I remember a small dead bush.
As the 2016 presidential campaign continues to ramp up, the traction of Donald Trump is leaving the traditional model in shambles. In a short time, Trump seems to have sucked all the air out of the national spectrum of politics.
Jerry Lewis, widely known for his zany comedic touch, helped a woman get a new bathroom earlier this week.
The other day my wife made a rather bold statement — one that rocked me right down to my life insurance policy.
As technology continues to make reading more accessible, I’m coming to the realization that what I really need is either more hours in the day or a little pill designed to relieve my discomfort.
Life is not going to slow down any of us anytime soon.
I will never buy another razor in my lifetime. “Dad,” she said, me sitting on the steps of a shop nestled in the SoHo district of New York City. “I bought you something.”
Did you ever wonder what it would be like to run across the Galveston Causeway? If so, The Galveston County Daily News’ 4th Annual Press Run on September 12th is your ticket.
Congratulations to the Supreme Court for a good week. After years of our nation being divided over both health care and the right for same sex couples to marry, the Supreme Court gave the green light — or removed obstacles — to allow each to move forward.
With sunlight pouring down through the seasonal forest of Central Park, a woman walks in complete darkness.
"I’m not here by accident.” A woman with large smile, and even larger energy, is telling us about why what brought her to open a restaurant.
Galveston County is home to the world’s celebration of the 150th anniversary of Juneteenth — we should all be proud.
Our current generation is witnessing the death of “Monday through Friday.”
So as yet another high school class approaches graduation, here are a few final thoughts from those who’ve been there.
Effective June 1, 2015, The Galveston County Daily News will begin publishing a writer’s real name next to comments or letters posted on our digital product, www.galvnews.com.
Last week the world became smaller for one man.
Okay, let’s get this out into the open: some people are not going to be happy.
I’m not sure when, but one day, Mother’s Day changed for me.
There was once a time the mere sight of me pulling my toolbox out from under the cabinet was enough to send our dog into hiding. Dogs, we all know, have a special instinct of when danger is arriving.
Life, I’m learning, is not necessarily meant to be lived in a narrow, linear fashion. I’m thinking about this as I watch my once-children-now-adults move throughout life. Both are discovering the world on their own terms — turning over random rocks of experiences or exploring forks in the road as if not to miss an opportunity.
Thursday night the music room at the Hotel Galvez was filled with angels.
More than 250 individuals packed into a standing room only space to help celebrate dozens of local Galveston County residents who give selflessly to their communities.
There is a significant difference between being lost in life and being driven to explore a new world or experience just around the corner. One is passive, the other active. And the results couldn’t be more different.
In life it seems we’ve two choices – live life knowing we will eventually run out of time or to simply run out the clock.
Okay, call in the clowns – I am officially old. Not to say I’m throwing in the towel, but I am increasingly interested in simplifying my life. As much as I love technology, ‘more and more’ seems to be approaching too much.