I have written about bullies in our culture, mostly related to the obvious problems associated with our youth who are bullied by their peers. There is a new kind of bullying that exists today called “cancel culture.”
In some ways we are all hurting. We are all grieving. Regular readers of this column know that I’m experiencing grief as a result of the sudden and unexpected passing of my husband, but grief doesn’t have to involve someone dying and leaving this earth.
Texas lawmakers will adjourn the regular session on Monday — Memorial Day — but Gov. Greg Abbott has already indicated he will call a special session in the fall to grapple with redistricting after detailed census results are finally released.
As a four-year-old when World War II began in 1941, my understanding of the enormity of it all escaped me.
Everyone knows that I am attached to my desk. I would argue I have good reason. My desk is an extension of myself.
My husband left this world in November. I miss him every day, in every way. Of course I do. I had someone tell me it would be weird if I wasn’t sad right now. She was right.
Lamesa High School has blessed my life for the last three years with the chance to join their incredible academic growth, exciting construction & inspiring success. I write this with a lump in my throat because while I am excited about retiring to an LCU professorship to grow aspiring teachers and principals, leaving is truly bittersweet, as my time here in Lamesa has rekindled my hope and passion for educating students and improving the future of West Texas and America.
The number of traffic accidents decreased in 2020, but the number of Texans killed while not wearing a seat belt increased by 16%, according to the Texas Department of Transportation.
Proverbial truisms typically go unchallenged, but an expression dating back to the sixteenth century has gone by the boards when its application is directed toward men’s footwear.
Tanner and Dakota are waiting for me.