The month of May was celebrated as Mental Health awareness month.
Thursday, before Memorial Day weekend descended, lots of locals were at the grocery store stocking up and getting ready to hunker down. Many didn’t leave their home until the half a million tourists who came to enjoy all the island has to offer were safely across the causeway.
When I returned home in April, the first thing I read was a teenager, Ralph Yarl, had been shot because he knocked on the wrong door.
Since you are looking at this column, I assume you are a newspaper reader.
It has become apparent that because of what has been transpiring in the nation and state, the controversies in our community are going unnoticed. The African American legacy and culture in this community is now and has always been prevalent. History has taught us that the Settlement land onc…
In the words of an old Dolly Parton song, “Here you come again, just when I was about to get myself together.”
The Department of Transportation’s “Don’t Mess with Texas” slogan is downright impressive. At least unofficially perhaps we could take on the neat catchphrase of “Don’t Mess with La Marque.”
This weekend, I hope you and your loved ones get to spend some time together and focus on what’s important in life while remembering the soldiers who made our way of life possible. The beach is a wonderful place for many to celebrate and relax together.
Have you ever noticed someone’s facial tic? Maybe it was a movement of their mouth or an eye twitch.
As a proud native of Galveston, Juneteenth and its history, is as American to me as apple pie. The 1970s and early ’80s, when I grew up, was a time when people who looked like me were making their marks in Galveston, Galveston County and this world.
Some of us oldsters think woke is the past tense of the verb wake. Language and life change.
Before the “two Americas” of political ideals sink into yet more rage and mutual distrust, may we at least consider the possibility there is someone with the will, and the character, to approach our national malaise in a fundamentally different way?
At 3 a.m., a call came over about an attempted suicide at a beach on the West End. Supervisor Stephen Limones was on call and rolled out of bed and drove with lights and sirens to the scene to meet police, fire and EMS.
I am proud of my father, Ben Raimer. Anyone who has known him knows that he is kind, generous and good to his core.
This — $11 million — is the most recent economic impact of the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program, formerly known as food stamps, in Galveston County.
I appreciate state Rep. Terri Leo-Wilson’s passion (“School choice puts power in the hands of parents,” The Daily News, March 8, 2023).
After reading Dolph Tillotson’s column “Oppose the demolition, but don’t canonize Walter Norris Jr.,” The Daily News, May 1) it appears to me that Tillotson is suffering from a toxic masculinity problem about African American men, even those who are deceased and no longer pose a threat to hi…
My family roots in Texas date back to 1837, when the Lone Star State was the Republic of Texas. One of my fourth great-grandfathers, Joseph Thompson, registered to vote on Aug. 1, 1867, and reported he had been in Brazoria for 30 years.
The group picked its way gingerly across the higher rocks, which were only covered in white, foamy water intermittently.
Years back, I climbed up the pyramids in Tical, Guatemala. It was really steep, and the steps were not designed for big American feet. I reached the top and looked out from a view above the rainforest canopy in awe.