A migraine is not merely a headache, it's actually a neurological disease. People may be surprised to learn that there are different types of migraines. The American Migraine Foundation says migraines are typically classified as one of these types.
I know we don’t have bad winters. I am sure that if anyone from up north sees my question, they will laugh, but I am already so tired of winter. Any ideas for bringing the sunshine in and riding out what little winter we have left in style?
Governor Greg Abbott today announced that the City of Forney, having completed the multi-step training and certification process, has been designated as a Film Friendly Texas Certified Community by the Texas Film Commission.
Dear Aunt B, I find myself isolating more and more. It’s not that I don’t want to be with people, but I just don’t want to be with people quite as much as I used to. Is this a problem?
What Should You Ask a Financial Advisor?
By Dina Moon
It was Christmas Eve. That’s a fancy way of me telling you this happened a few days ago, at least from this “as I’m writing” moment. My emotions were all over the place: incredulous, joyous, hopeful, unfathomably sad. One of my sons pointed out a somber fact. It was, so far as any of us could recall, the first time we had all been in my home, on Christmas, all together without anyone missing, since my daughter, Chynna, passed away. Fifteen years is too long to be apart on Christmas Eve. But, that’s the way our family is structured. We had someone in the military for 4 years who lived hours away for a decade. We had someone in college, now away at law school. We had someone who was apt to be called into job action at a moment’s notice. Two of our someone’s work on Christmas, more often than not. It’s the battle cry of a modern-day family. We were determined, this year, to make the most of every single minute. The beautiful sound of children was so loud at times, I resisted the temptation to cover my ears. There were gifts, jokes, and numerous instances one of us started a sentence with “remember that time.” That’s when one of the boys asked if everyone recalled the first time mom made sugar cookies. Laughter filled every crevice of my kitchen. I was not offended. I was elated. What mom doesn’t appreciate a teaching moment?
Ok it’s over. I want to be filled with positivity and thankfulness. Don’t get me wrong, I kinda am, but there is almost dread for what is ahead of me. I want so much more this year. Also, I can’t help it. I am focusing a little on what didn’t go great over the holidays. Now that we are here. Where do we start?
Dear Aunt B Readers, I want to take this time to express my gratitude to each one of you for reading my humble words. You may not realize it, but your presence as readers of this column is invaluable and honored.
“You can really tell right from wrong because when you hit someone, you feel sorry for them,” says David, age 9. “Like if you kick someone in the knee, you feel bad,” adds Paul, 10.
Proverbs lays it out well for us gals, the gold standard description for what a good woman should be. That woman is worth more than diamonds. She knits. She’s organized. She has gumption. She’s creative. She’s insanely intelligent, yet kind. She elevates her husband. She nurtures her children. She creates wealth. She is beautiful, not because of how she looks, but because of how she has aligned her heart to God. I love everything about this woman. I do find the pedestal she stands on to be surrounded by very steep steps. While the things we aspire to are meant to be difficult in terms of acquisition, my frustration, nonetheless, still mounts. Did this Proverbs woman ever lose a child, I wonder? Did she fight Stage 3 cancer? Ever lose a breast? Ever have a car repossessed? Suffer a home foreclosure? Feel like the days were dark and the nights too long? Of course, she did, I reason with myself. She did all of this in biblical days, bereft of things like electricity, modern medicine, and Walmart. Still, I believe that the best way to get from the basement to the roof is to journey in increments. First, I gotta climb up to the kitchen level. Then, once I’ve acclimated, I can shoot for the second-floor bedroom. Finally, I can find the roof. So, on the way to the Proverbs woman, might I introduce you to a really sweet lady I met in Ecclesiastes?
Avoid Tapping into Retirement Savings Early
This week, Luke shares his thoughts on social media for the sportsman and a few other topics including how he prefers to hunt hogs.
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