Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting / The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star / Hath had elsewhere its setting / And cometh from afar / Not in entire forgetfulness / And not in utter nakedness / But trailing clouds of glory do we come.<
My dog Thurber has been lying to me.
It only figures, because it’s impossible to avoid mistruths these days.
It has been years since my family last dealt with the “pictures with Santa” pageantry, but Saint Nick impersonators remain an integral part of Christmas for Americans.
As with beauty, what constituted a mark of civilization in south Louisiana in days past appears to have been in the eye of the beholder.
Following the tragic shooting at an LGBTQ nightclub in Colorado Springs, it was predictable that along with the gun control discussions, the conversation would bleed out to include “hate speech.” It was also predictable that only conservatives wou
I’m not feeling it this year. I’m just not feeling the Christmas spirit of any kind, and I know, for the benefit of others, I need to get out of my slump.
Christmas cheer is a real thing.
The Republicans won the House.
The Democrats kept the Senate.
Joe Biden is still pretending to be the president.
Toni Jo Henry went to her execution on Nov. 28, 1942, clutching a small crucifix, loving the man she’d killed for, and worried about a little rat terrier.
The National Assessment of Educational Progress (NAEP) test scores, called the Nation’s Report Card, and the ACT test scores for college admissions, are now out and the results can only be called a National Crisis!