Editorials

Honk if you’re...

Honk if you’re...

Honk if you’re...

A common misconception about news editors – at least it’s true for this news editor – that we are well-informed about all things newsworthy. The reality is, if there is a disaster at a Boston harbor, a riot in Chicago, or a massive wildfire in Malibu, it could be days before I hear about it.
2 Cents Worth

2 Cents Worth

2 Cents Worth

Let me tell you this old great grandma and Papa Joe are two tired grandparets tonight but oh how we have had fun this past week!!!!!
The good doctor

The good doctor

The good doctor

Luke was a physician. A Gentile. A historian. He did not personally know Jesus but came to know him through Paul’s instruction.

Faces & Places

“When I discovered libraries, it was like having Christmas every day.” ~Jean Fritz “You should date a girl who reads. Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books.
Welcome back: said the grindstone

Welcome back: said the grindstone

Welcome back: said the grindstone

I don’t know about you, but returning from a holiday break — even if no holiday is actually taken — seems to take a bit more than an extra shot of espresso to get all my pistons firing again.
2 Cents Worth

2 Cents Worth

2 Cents Worth

Good morning grab you a cup of coffee and visit with me awhile.Did you have as much fun as we did this thanksgiving.

Carol's Kitchen

• 1 yellow cake mix• l1 large box of lemon jello• Mix together dry• Add 4 eggs• 3/4 cup of water• 1/2 cup of crisco oil• 1 teaspoon of lemon extract• Mix all together in mixer and pour in a tube pan• Bake at 350 for 25 to 30 minutes• Icing• 2 cups of powdered sugar• 1 teaspoon of lemon juice• Just...
Tawanna’s Business Adventures

Tawanna’s Business Adventures

Tawanna’s Business Adventures

“To keep my mind going I have to be doing stuff,’ says Tawanna Fields of Dallas, “because I don’t like to be bored,” She learned how to cook while taking home economics courses at Amarillo High School. “I didn’t go to college.
Seriously… Thank you.

Seriously… Thank you.

Seriously… Thank you.

One of the subconscious fears that I reckon plague the recesses of just about every writer’s mind is that our work, perspectives, ideals, philosophies, indeed, the words themselves become stagnate, or worse, repetitive to the point of ineffectiveness.