I use to wait for the storms to pass. I would just sit crouched in the corner and listen to each boom of thunder; quivering at each sight of lighting striking the ground. But most of the time, life is one big storm, and to sit in the corner waiting for the storm to pass, we’d miss out on lif…

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The worldwide pandemic wrought by COVID-19 has brought clarity about so many things for folks across the world. Here in Texas, it has become abundantly clear that the Texas Legislature must be able to act more quickly than once every two years.

Thanksgiving Day is this Thursday and I can hardly wait. My wife Ann and I have decided to stay home this year (by choice and not out of fear) and celebrate with a traditional Thanksgiving feast, southern style complete with collard greens.

I remember the day as if it was yesterday even though it has been four weeks. Several of my staff members asked that I get tested for the coronavirus because I had a real deep cough. This was nothing out of the ordinary since I cough when I have a sinus attack.

Happily ever after...humph. It only exists in fairytales. No magic wands. No snapping your fingers to clean anything, and no talking to animals that can talk back. Oh and definitely no fairy godmothers. (I wish!) 

One of the greatest days in recent history took place on Saturday September 26, 2020. There were two Christian events held at the Washington Mall at our nation’s capital to unite people in prayer and repentance for our nation. I was thrilled to see the Church finally get outside their walls …

I’m sure a fair few of you tuned in to the WWE Seniors match incorrectly labeled a Presidential Debate. I’m almost positive most of you were equally sickened by the spectacle. 

The wind blew, dancing through the trees. The leaves gracefully fell to the ground welcoming in a new season. I sat there, wondering, asking why can’t life be as easy as the color change of deep reds and bright oranges. I came home from work one day, and my mom was sitting under the carport …

Every morning I show up to work early to unlock the building and get started on another issue of the newspaper. To my surprise when I arrived this past Monday there was a business card taped to the door that read “COPS, your property was checked by a volunteer with Citizens On Patrol.”

As a child, I will admit that the dark always perturbed me. Any excuse to have a flashlight or some sort of night light made me feel safe...just knowing that there was some sort of light chasing away the darkness as I slept. Now I can’t have it dark enough to sleep. 

Lawlessness in the streets, de-funding the police, destroying our history, professional politicians attempting to unseat a duly elected president, deceiving the public, dividing a nation and I’m just getting started. When will it ever end?

I can never express enough that I am not a Republican, nor am I a Trump supporter. Neither am I a Democrat, and I guarantee ole neck-sniffing Biden won’t be getting my vote. 

Y’all...the new term we have for disgruntled, give me my money back, bad attitude, I have it to have it my way people is KAREN. And I’ve seen so many of them in the last few weeks. These so-called “Karens” have made me stop to think about how we treat others, especially with what is going on…

Coronavirus expert, Dr. Anthony Fauci said last week that for perfect protection against the dreaded COVID-19 virus that has crippled our nation we need to wear eye goggles.

A long-running joke amongst my family members was that our grandfather, or Pa as we called him, didn’t know our names. Without a nip of good old Jack in his holiday soda he hardly ever spoke anyway much less called us out specifically. 

Many on the left and their willing accomplices in the media would tell you otherwise, yet a cursory examination of our nation’s factual history and records proves the riots and chaos that have swept across our country in recent months stand as a devastating reminder of the racist policies an…

Forgetting something important on your daily routine has turned from a portfolio folder to a face covering. They told us it’s for our own good. We locked the doors. Didn’t go anywhere past a certain time. Sent one person from the house to do the shopping. We MUST wear a mask to go inside pla…

For four months experts and governmental leaders have tried to convince us they have the answers to curb or stop the corona virus from spreading so they recommend or mandate certain requirements for us to follow. So far they have been wrong. Let me explain.

I’ve never in my unwaveringly annoyed life been closer to a public tantrum. 

Life is like a game of chess. Some of us born as Kings and Queens, some born as pawns, that work our way up to being noble knights. 

It’s officially been ten years since my family’s matriarch left us behind to travel on to Glory. Those of you that truly know me probably knew her, and you can guess at the sizable hole the loss of a woman like that leaves on the spirit and soul of a family. The mold was pulverized when He m…

I’ve struggled this week to think of exactly what I wanted to reflect on in this space of ink and paper. But nothing else but what is going on here in the U.S. today kept coming to my mind. 

In the Bible you will read many times that when the people of God were in danger there would be a blowing of a trumpet to warn them. Is it time to blow the trumpet in Zion? Is the Church in danger of losing their constitutional rights?

My levels of anxiety tend to lean my moods in the direction of melodrama or outright panic, so I take my own struggles lightly as I recognize the ridiculousness of my individual psychoses. 

About three years ago when we first moved into our house in Kilgore we found a little note. 

This will no doubt be a Mother’s Day like no other because of the coronavirus. Our past celebrations to honor our mothers will be totally different. We won’t be able to gather as a large family or go out to eat in a large group. Those mothers in a nursing facility or hospital will not be all…

I can see the panic in your eyes, just over the edge of your homemade, cactus-printed mask. I can hear the squeak of your latex-gloved hands wringing. I can smell your fear and it reeks of Lysol and hand sanitizer. 

Does anyone remember the rat, Templeton, on Charlotte’s Web? Specifically, the scene where he is having a smorgasbord and eating everything at the fair. Well, my mind felt like that earlier this week. Our household started the Keto diet Monday, and let’s just say it has been a long week.