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Migrating Whooping Cranes Arrive on Texas Coast
Migrating Whooping Cranes Arrive on Texas Coast

Make Your Own Luck

What exactly is luck? Why do some people appear to be luckier than others? Is luck a question of chance, fate, or are there things you can do to improve your luck? Actually, being lucky isn’t just a matter of luck at all.

Marriage

Dear Connor and Leslie Ann, Congratulations on the day of your wedding. I wish to impart some advice to you two. You should know, however, this is not my advice, necessarily. I have garnered these tidbits from several older married couples whom I interviewed, strictly for the purposes of this column.

Baby, You’re a Firework
Baby, You’re a Firework

Baby, You’re a Firework

I have entertained you for years with stories of my lack of physical prowess. We all know I cannot run. I have no hand to eye coordination. When God passed out the ability to take in multiple physical instructions and execute them simultaneously, I was, apparently, hiding behind a door. I tried playing volleyball in the 8th grade. In our group picture, you know, the one that goes into a yearbook for people to look at for the rest of their lives, everyone is casually resting back on their heels with their arms held in a way that normal humans would hold their arms. Mine, however, were unnaturally straightened to the point that the insides of my elbows look like my actual elbows. If you stare at it for a few minutes, you might believe my arms are on backwards or that I needed reconstructive surgery after some horrid car accident. Nope. It’s just that someone told me to hold my arms perfectly straight so that the ball would come into contact with my wrists first. I took that to mean “hold them like that until you die.” All this to say that you’re reading what will probably be the only column I ever write about sports. ‘Cause baby, the Texas Rangers just won the World Series. Cue fireworks.

First Presbyterian Church Welcomes Accompanist Mideum Chung

First Presbyterian Church Welcomes Accompanist Mideum Chung

Forney’s First Presbyterian Church is proud to introduce Mideum Chung as our new Worship Accompanist. Mideum began her service at the church in September, playing the church’s newly acquired Steinway piano (Model B, 1994). She can be heard in person at 10 am Sundays at the Presbyterian Church on FM 1641 and anytime on the church’s YouTube channel.

Honoring the Veterans

Honoring the Veterans

At the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, the Armistice was signed by representatives of Germany and the Entente between 5:12 and 5:20 that morning formally ending the hostilities of World War One. Since June 1, 1954, Americans have celebrated “Veterans Day,” honoring all American veterans of all wars.

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Bones & All

It’s funny, the way you need don’t need as much sleep the older you get. I battled insomnia for so many excruciating years. These days, sleep comes easier to me, just not as much. That’s how I find myself in the kitchen by 5:30 am most mornings. Typically, that amounts to around 7 hours of semibliss, minus the tossing and turning that comes with one arm that is prone to needles, a bad hip, and many trips to the bathroom. It’s all good. There is coffee to make and many cats to feed. On the morning in question, I start off with the OG cats, Olive & Hazel. They eat their kibble from a set of delft blue china bowls that belonged to my late mom. Momma loved delft china. The bowl bottoms have a picture of Denbigh Castle in Wales. Hazel and Olive both attack their kibble with gusto, much like the battles Denbigh endured. Our newest cats, Polly & Sully, eat from tiny Noritake china tea saucers, baby Sully eating a few bites from his and a few bites from his older half-sister’s plate. Next, eyes still mostly closed and crazy hair attempting to escape from the sleeping bun I have yet to perfect, I stumble onto the porch. Sully’s mom (Polly’s too) is a crazy feral cat we named Peach but only seem to call Momma Cat. She bounds onto the porch as soon as she hears the lock turn on the deadbolt. With her are always the two kittens from her last litter we were never able to capture and rehome, along with her beau and baby daddy, Bowser. That’s his government name. We call him Puff Daddy. With a house full of happy felines, I grab my coffee from the Keurig, fish around for the spare glasses I keep in the kitchen junk drawer, and sink into the corner of a massive black velvet sofa I proudly thrifted for next to nothing. My feet go up on an ottoman covered in discontinued Waverly black toile fabric I snatched for a song from a Goodwill store many years ago. I grab my favorite cozy blanket. And, there I sit for a good long while, breathing deeply, talking to God, and praying all the prayers I can summon while a parade of sweet cats alternate snuggles with me. It’s what I call peace seeking. It has taken me 56.5 years to get it down.

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October is a Deadly Month for Texas Pedestrians

Fall and winter months bring shorter days and less light, making it harder for drivers to see—and safely avoid—pedestrians. October saw the highest number of pedestrian crashes in 2022. That’s why TxDOT is using National Pedestrian Safety Month to continue its “Be Safe. Drive Smart.” campaign and remind Texans that pedestrians are our most vulnerable road users.

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