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.
Teenage students holding jobs continue to drop into the background like vinyl tops on automobiles and the No. 2 pencil used to rewind your favorite cassette tape.
The new bride is glowing from the inside, the groom so proud he can hardly get the words out fast enough.
Iam beginning to believe my dog knows me better than I do.
In Old San Juan, Puerto Rico, coffee shops sleep in late.
This week I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane. Considering I have a healthy fear of heights, standing on the edge of an open door 2.5 miles up in the sky was somewhat unexpected for me.
The world seems a bit on edge as of late — almost as if everyone might need to take a chill pill or a deep cleansing breath.
Cardmakers paint Father’s Day within a narrow list of traditional themes. While one rolls out a male figure holding a bouncing baby, another shows a man tossing a ball toward a bat-wielding child.
I’m standing in a small room of a 400-year-old building in Old San Juan, Puerto Rico. Hand-pressed reddish bricks peek from behind peeling plaster. Inside air moves with the aid of a historically learned combination of opening and closing doors.
Apparently, I am now considered vintage. Let me explain.
When my wife and I first met, we found ourselves finishing each other’s sentences. Fast-forward 40-years and we continue to do so, but for entirely different reasons.
“One day, my husband and I realized we might never get to all the ‘one-day’ things on our list,” my friend said. “Time just might run out on us.”
This month, The Daily News turned 180 years old. Let that sink in for a moment. The Daily News is among the oldest continuously operating businesses in Texas — even predating the statehood. One hundred eighty years is one big monumental chunk of time by any industry standard.
The older I get, the more I realize life is not complicated.
Thank you to all who helped The Daily News publish this week’s historical and commemorative issue chronicling our 180 years of history. I am incredibly proud of the many community voices telling our story and the Galveston County community’s story.
We tend to refer to the collective paintings by an artist or writings by an author as a body of work. In doing so, we form opinions or project a value to their efforts. This exercise allows us to believe our conclusions are based on true substance.
Momentum is a funny thing — equally powerful in either action or not.
If you’ve read my columns before, you probably recall my mentioning my mother passed when I was a teenager. And while she was not around, I never felt alone, as if her shadow was always visible or her hand within reach. Life, although different, went on.
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