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Thanks have been given. The turkey is nothing but an emaciated carcass, literally, skin and bones. All that’s left of the dressing are those little egg bits that eventually turn to Goodrich worthy rubber.

Imagine a treasure box, full of pearls, shiny chunks of emeralds, diamonds, sapphires; surrounded by golden coins. You’ve searched for what seems ages, and you finally found shiny things you were so eager to touch, to see and to have as  your own. When in the very beginning, the  treasure wa…

The sweet wife and I have a bird feeder. We also have a bird bath and recently added two hummingbird feeders. 

History. It has a prickly way of repeating itself, sometimes in a vicious cycle, and other times in the best way. History is definitley something we should pay attention to and learn what we can from it. 

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. I loved the sentiment when Semisonic sang it, in my youth, and it feels applicable, even today. 

About 30 years ago in Clear Lake, Texas, I said in this column there was a tear in the moral fabric of this great nation of ours; that the current generation was not being as responsible as the previous. There was going to be a price to pay down the road. 

The sweet wife and I took a vacation recently. It was her birthday wish to head to the beach, her happy place! So we did, driving way east, driving through Alabama, where I proudly wore my Texas A&M cap, thankfully without incident! We had a great time, but alas, it was time to return to…

According to custom and tradition, the colors in our flag represent the following: red signifies hardiness and valor, white purity and innocence, and blue signifies vigilance, perseverance and justice.

Not sure how I truly want to begin this column this week so if this feels a little bit rambly, I apologize. I don’t have a whole lot to talk about right now except for my usual topic of Presley. 

It was a Tuesday in 2001 while putting the final touches on the newspaper before sending it to the press I heard a loud voice calling me from the front of the building, “I want to see Moore not less.” This was how a local retired doctor would address me.

Step away from the Clorox wipes. Put down that bar of soap. Throw away that hand sanitizer! Why are we all so obsessed with scrubbing every available surface until it gleams in disinfected splendor? Let some things just be gross. Go swim in a pond, let your kids play in the mud. Don’t lose y…

As summer begins, although I really think it began last month, I am reminded of many summers of the past. 

I must admit that I sure do miss the “good ole days.” I never dreamed that I would ever think that must less say it. 

It’s time; I am turning in my media badge and saying goodbye to my career in journalism. It’s been fun, it’s been frustrating and overall it has been incredibly rewarding.

This past week my life has been swept into a whirl wind with a few new challenges.

The answer would be yes if you listen to the Democratic Socialist of America (DSA). Most of you probably didn’t even know that there was such an organization here in America. They have been around since the 1960’s but have gained popularity in the past few years. 

This Sunday marks my second year to celebrate Mother’s Day as a mom. Things are different now that I’m a mother celebrating the day than when I was just celebrating my mom.

I mean no disrespect to the office or to President Donald Trump but for purposes for this column I will often refer to President Trump as simply “Trump” to make a point.

Holy Week has brought an array of emotions and as I watched the reports of the blaze engulfing the Notre Dame Cathedral on Monday, I couldn’t help but be grateful and heartbroken at the same time. 

Years ago a friend told me that one day in the near future that technology would replace people’s jobs. My response was “yeah right” with sarcasm. Today I am rethinking my response.

You know that moment when you wake up in the middle of the night and really need to use the restroom, so you blindly stumble across your dark room, run into something shin level that you could’ve sworn wasn’t there when you went to sleep, and yell “WHO’S THERE?!” even though it’s no one and …

The kitchen is my sanctuary. I love to cook and that’s where you will find me most anytime I am at home.