There seems to be a constant buzz in the air at the end of each year that gives us cause to reflect. When I looked back over 2020, I proudly realized I had become an avid reader. I went from (maybe) one-three books per year to 61 books in 2020. Maybe it was the quarantine, maybe it was AirPods, but I had undoubtedly covered more content than I had in years. I followed a guide I found on Pinterest for the year that suggested a new theme each month, which helped me step way out of my comfort zone. Full disclosure...
‘Tis the season for all things PUMPKIN! … From the notorious Starbucks’ Pumpkin Spice Lattes to the pumpkin spice cereal lurking in the grocery aisles, in October, inevitably, you just can’t escape the pumpkin spice and all its many various mutations. If you’re looking for me, I’ll be hiding on the couch in my apartment with a scary movie on and pretending pumpkin spice doesn’t exist.
In the Four States area where football is king, Reece Gaylor has made a name for himself on the soccer pitch. Reece, a junior at Texas High School, was selected to the first-team all-district lists in his freshman and sophomore seasons, as well as being selected to the USYS ODP South Region Pool Team. The talented Tiger has now taken his talents overseas to an Integrated U19 Residential Academy at Schalke 04 in Germany.
Anyone who knows me knows how much I love taking baths! And when I say I love taking baths, I mean that 95% of my life is spent in the bathtub. There’s no way I could do justice to the euphoric feeling I get when I’m soaking my worries away in the bathtub through simply words alone, so I won’t even try.
When Kim and Randall Glass built their current home, their oldest son, James, was merely a toddler, and they were anxiously awaiting the arrival of their youngest son, Will. They knew planning for the future would be important for their growing family, so they designed a house that could grow and change over the years as the needs of their boys changed. … Situated on a ridge overlooking farmland, the Glass’ Tuscan home is both grand and welcoming. “We wanted to be in the city limits, and after looking at lots, the ridge’s view sold it,” Kim said.
Golf is unlike any other sport I play. It's relaxing, yet so stressful at the same time. Golf requires more patience and time. When I first started, I was terrible. I could not even hit the ball. It took me at least 20 swings before I made contact with it. But once I did, I was hooked. It is the best feeling.
Texarkana got its beginnings in 1873 at the junction of the Texas and Pacific and Cairo and Fulton railroads. What was once a thunderous rumble of locomotives passing through town in the late 1800s and early 1900s is now replaced with the hum of 18-wheelers traveling down Interstate 30, except for Friday evenings in the fall, when the roar of our local high school football stadiums fills the autumn air.
You remember the drop in your stomach you felt as a child when you were walking next to your mom’s buggy in Walmart on a lazy mid summer afternoon and you stumbled upon the dreaded sight of the terrifying school supply section that seemingly pops up out of nowhere? Yeah, that’s how I feel walking past Great American Cookie Company in the mall now that I’m trying to eat healthier. You think to yourself, “NOOOOOO! It’s MID-JULY. Why would Walmart place this blasphemy right in front of our faces like this?” Not cool, Walmart!
Growing up in an athletic family with brothers being star football players and wrestlers, I never thought the game of golf would become the thing I am most passionate about in life. At a young age, I knew I wanted to pave my own path and accomplish my own goals that would be set by myself instead of following in the footsteps of doing the exact things my older brothers had accomplished. The game of golf was introduced to me at the age of three by my father after giving me my very first set of plastic clubs.
In the always true words of my good friend Ali Deal, “I thrive in the summertime.” … Summer is my jam. Summer is MY season. Summer is the feeling you get staring at a sunset while listening to the crickets chirp and watching the passing fireflies. I love nostalgically submerging myself back into my blissfully naive middle school days where I would run the streets on hot summer nights with my friends, then stay up with them until 4 am listening to our favorite summer songs playing on the tiny radio I had in my room.