Just looking for memories half as good as the Rose Motel

“Plan vacations by memories, not by clocks.” – Author unknown, but good advice. Planning a summer vacation can be easy or challenging in the weekly newspaper business, depending on how you look at it. But a couple days off when warmer weather returns has been on my mind this week.

“I don’t need easy…”

Hanging in my living room, there is a sign that I had made for my husband several years ago. A dear friend made it for us, and it simply reads “I don’t need easy…I need possible.” I found myself thinking about that phrase the other night.

Make Memories

This is a message to all of the men out there who have a girlfriend, a wife, significant other, or whatever term is socially acceptable today, and it comes from years of experience and what is said in the Bible itself. Treat your lady right.

I tried it my way

If seeing or hearing the name of Jesus causes you to cringe. I understand. I felt the same way. The darkness of my life came from four DWI’s, a reckless driving account, arrest for disturbing the peace, arrest for public drunkenness, and a restraining order placed on me by my ex-wife.

Spanish Flu our ancestors’ pandemic

Just when Texans started to think the Spanish Flu had finally run its course, on Feb. 4, 1920 the State Health Department reported 2,514 new cases in the past 24 hours.

Hard pill to swallow

Our lives will be more productive, more creative, more satisfying, and more peaceful when we are in constant relationship with our creator. You may be one of them. There are people living and breathing around us who do not believe that God exists.

There’s really no hurry to get anything done

“I’m in a hurry to get things done. Oh, I rush and rush until life’s no fun. All I really gotta do is live and die, But I’m in a hurry and don’t know why.” — “I’m In a Hurry” song lyrics by Alabama, country music band from Fort Payne, Alabama. “So, do you need a new truck,” my friend asked?

Not even Texas Blue Northers prepared me for Chicago in January

“Holy cow, it’s ‘I can’t feel my face’ degrees out here.” — Heard somewhere north of Amarillo during every Texas Blue Norther. Here in East Texas, it’s a balmy mid-60s Sunday afternoon as I’m finishing up to this week’s missive.

Real peace

So much is going in our world right now, and it would be easy to be afraid. I think about my little grandchildren, and the tendency is to worry. Today, I heard of a friend who is now home sick with all the symptoms of this mess, and it is easy to worry about her.

What we can’t have

A friend on social media posed a question this weekend. It was a simple question, really, but one that sent me down a rabbit hole of thought. “Why do I always want Chic-Fil-A on Sundays?” That is it, that was her question.