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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. 

Everywhere you look these days we are bombarded with advertisements. They can be found in newspapers, magazines, on billboards, TV, radio and even our clothes and shoes. You may ask why? Because advertising works when done right.

It has been 67 days since I made my New Year’s Resolutions. And in the span of two months and five days, I think I have broken all of them. I guess that’s what happens when we resolve to resolve. Which brings us to Lent. Rejoice! 

There’s something to be said about growing up in a small town. There’s a sense of community and camaraderie that manifests itself in a more focused way than it does in the big city. And while I didn’t grow up in Henderson, with each trip to a basketball game or commissioners court meeting I’…