What a difference a week makes.
Childhood memories almost always remain close, needing only a gentle coaxing to become real once again. Childhood mentors, supporters and counselors are much closer, seemingly always part of our lives.
I have never been Black Friday shopping.
Truth be told, I’ve been in a pretty negative mood lately.
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
I enjoy reading the speculative ideas about how the media chooses which stories to focus on. It’s much more entertaining than the truth.
We now have our first glimpse into what the new Texas high school sports landscape will be next year.
A year ago, my mother-in-law lived 1,300 miles away.
All they, actually we, need is a chance. Just a thought. A first thought. All they, actually we, ask for is an opportunity, a break, a small belief.
The UIL’s classification cutoff numbers provide answers, but lead to still more questions.