Gov. Greg Abbott and other Texas leaders are rolling up their sleeves to get the COVID-19 vaccine and to encourage the public to follow suit.
Grief is scary. It is uncomfortable and unpredictable. Being with a person who is grieving is all those things. It might be easy, sometimes, to stay away and keep your distance. Surely the grieving person has lots to do and many other people ringing her doorbell and calling her cell phone. Right?
Now that everyone cannot wait for 2020 to end, ask the question: What is next on the horizon?
I have never read columns as entertaining as those penned by the late Erma Bombeck, who survived by cancer surgery, only to be claimed by kidney disease at age 69. Her battle was valiant as she underwent five years of dialysis before ultimately failing to survive transplant surgery that came too late. (Never mind she refused to be moved up on the list, instead insisting on waiting her turn.)
And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.
When the Texas Legislature convenes Jan. 12, a key question is how the public will have access to their lawmakers during the pandemic.
Whatever you think about Christmas, I think you would have to agree we need one this year.
Recent conversations – okay, maybe just banter – have me thinking heavily about grandmothers. Those who’ve had the nurturing of two are doubly blessed. (I knew just one, since the flu epidemic in the 1920s took one away several years prior to my birth.)
I’ve forgotten the funny name of the tree you helped us pick out,” my mother said. “Our tree this year is named Melinda.”
Christmas is different this year. It is so difficult to celebrate. A family gathering is what we cherish the most… and need the least. Still, let some celebrating begin.