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When I was a kid, my mom did not buy too many sweet things. Don’t misunderstand. We ate plenty of sweets, but they were almost always homemade. To this day, it is rare to walk into my mom’s kitchen and not find a Tupperware cake cover that holds a plate of cookies, a pie, some sort of brownies or a cake. Store bought cookies, cakes, pies and the like were few and far between when I was young. The one exception to this rule was ice cream. While we did make homemade ice cream occasionally, we usually had store bought in the freezer nearly all the time. more
I remain a fan of the Trinity Railway Express, provider of commuter rail service between Fort Worth and Dallas. (I deserved a recent TRE tongue-lashing that resulted from my poor judgment. Further, I failed to follow my own lectern-dispensed admonitions across the years about the importance of knowing when to run.) “If you’re running to catch a train, don’t. There’ll be another one soon,” I’ve advised. “But, if you are running to avoid getting hit by a train, run like the wind.” more
By day, Justin Northcutt of Troup calls on plant farms and nurseries all around East Texas encouraging them to use Texas Organic compost. He knows how natural ingredients work in the soil and don’t have the negative effects of chemicals especially when it comes to our food supply. more
“Wake the neighbors! Get the word out! Come on, crank up the music, climb a mountain and shout! This is life we’ve been given, made to be lived out … so live out loud.” +++ more
What feels like just a few weeks ago, I gave birth to a little boy. He was a nine-pound bundle of joy. Although I had several nephews by that time, I had never lived with any little boys. I knew they were loud and rambunctious and tended to be climbers. I knew that they were dirty and liked to make (and joke about) body noises. I knew they liked to use your face as target practice during diaper changes. I knew they liked to play with cars and toy guns. more
Not so many years ago, when children were asked to do household chores, they might register resistance with beginning letters of four words--“TNMJ.” (That’s Not My Job.) more
Jacob Smith doesn’t remember the night of the car crash that seriously injured him, his Whitehouse High School advisor and other students in the SUV as they returned from a Career Technical Education contest in Corpus Christi on April 12, 2014. While Smith may not have memory of the actual event, he will never forget how that night changed his life forever. more
“Wake the neighbors! Get the word out! Come on, crank up the music, climb a mountain and shout! This is life we’ve been given, made to be lived out … so live out loud.” +++ more
Not too many years ago, my mom drove my sisters and me to the lake to swim. We usually carried snacks and made a day of sitting on the muddy ground or at the scratchy concrete picnic tables. We always carried a float of some kind and my sisters would float halfway across the lake trying to get a tan. I doggy-paddled and floated, learned to swim under water and had a blast sitting in the shade, prying apart clam shells looking for pearls. (I was convinced they were oysters that all held treasure.) On the way home, we occasionally pulled through the little red snow cone stand drive thru, more
It may be that my Uncle Mort and George M. Cohan, “the man who owned Broadway,” may not have as much in common as we’ve been led to believe. For years, Mort has claimed that he and the “Yankee Doodle Dandy” share the same birthday. more
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