“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.
What if you had one more day to live? Would that change the way you lived today? And why?
I can’t help but hear my aunt’s words of warning.
“Whenever the telephone would ring, it was never good news.” I’m riding in a cab listening as the driver tells me about why he immigrated to America. His words are energetic and rhythmic. His homeland may be on the other side of the globe, but the memories are always nearby.
Earlier this week, my brother and I took my dad for coffee. Considering my father died in January, this might require a bit of explaining.
Earlier this week, I sneezed and hurt my shoulder.
My dad passed this week, and the lessons keep coming. As prepared as I thought I might be — arrangements completed, legal documents in place and knowing each visit might be our last — there is an entirely new world on the other side for those of us left behind.
You know you’re getting old when you can’t figure out how to put a car into DRIVE.
If you are reading this column in a printed newspaper, you most likely know your paper delivery was disrupted for Friday by a mechanical breakdown.
The licking quickly got out of control.
Recently, a younger person asked me what common traits I thought successful people held and practiced.
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