Increasingly, I’m finding myself heavily relying on my morning pillbox to let me know what day of the week it is.
My friend is dead. Rear-ended while parked at a red light, the impact crushed his Ford F-150 and pushed him into the intersection. He died a few days later from complications resulting from head injuries. Already, the world feels a bit less exciting, a little less complete.
While the Lords of Commerce would lead us to believe the celebration of Father’s Day is best addressed by a special sale on power tools, a funny card written with marginally funny puns or maybe a colorful new tie, the truth is much different for many of us.
Mr. Shooter, I am not going to mention your name in relation to the deadly and repulsive event you wrought at Santa Fe High School. You do not deserve this acknowledgment in neither my eyes nor ink.
Glancing at the driver’s side rearview mirror, I noticed a yellow banana sitting on the mirror of the pickup truck behind me. The light ahead remained red and I found myself watching the image.
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.
I’m reading an article about a new sports sedan coming to the market. Low-slung lines, throaty exhausts, lines that appear to be in motion while the car is in park. As happens with many males, involuntary sounds erupt from the deepest spaces inside, eventually finding a way into an open room…
During my high school days, students brought guns to school without a second thought. Earlier this week, students at my old high school in Missouri walked out of classrooms in a plea against gun violence. What a difference a generation or two can make.
The breakup was hard. We’d become so close over the years. With each day, our lives became increasingly intertwined; my secrets no longer mine and mine alone. My thoughts consumed by my need to share, the need to tell and an increasing expectation for validation.
Terlingua is hard to spell and even more difficult to get to. No one ends up in a small desert town by accident. Located west of Big Bend National Park, the small town is at the crossroads of nowhere and hard to find.
We owe each of our readers a big thank you for your gracious understanding about last week’s weather and an untimely mechanical issue a few days later that may have contributed to a delay of your home delivery.
Rows of tall, empty cardboard boxes stand at attention waiting to be filled. Each box represents a family in need; each family represents a child or several children. There are hundreds of them. The math equates to more than 3,000 Galveston County children in need this season.
The other day, a friend and I were talking about life. Jokingly, I suggested I wouldn’t be surprised if at my funeral someone might say, “Well that was fun to watch while it lasted.”
The young man is in his early 20s. He smiles as broadly as the mountains surrounding the small Alabama town tucked at the piedmont of one of God’s practice runs before getting to the Rockies.
My wife will not walk into a room when a baseball game is playing on the television. Welcome to the life of a spouse married to a superstitious baseball fan.
Yesterday brought to close National Newspaper Week, a week dedicated to raising awareness of the important role newspapers play in everything from communities to democracy. And while those lofty topics are important, I’d rather tell you a bit about two groups of people behind The Daily News.
The Daily News is proud of Galveston County. Faced with one of the most difficult chapters in regional history, our community has come together with remarkable compassion, resourcefulness and good, old-fashioned Texas work ethic. We salute you.
Now we rebuild. With Tropical Storm Harvey behind us, Galveston County is left with the monumental task of rebuilding lives, homes and businesses. And in many cases, these threads creating the fabric of our communities are at risk.
Galveston County is moving forward. The Daily News family was not immune to the storm, but compared to many others, we are blessed. Too many have lost too much.
The Daily News is going to do all it can to help our local businesses recover. While many have sustained storm damage, others are opening their doors to customers. And more will reopen in the coming days. What we hope to do is help get the word out of who is open for business.
Harvey, please go away. If it wasn’t bad enough you came ashore near Rockport, dumping feet of rain on Galveston County, you backed up and made another pass — this time south of us on your way to Louisiana.