As a professional in the housing industry, it probably comes as no surprise that Lynlee Harvey’s personal home is a standout. Nor is it a surprise that her attention to detail is abundant throughout the contemporary space. … The detail that is immediately noticeable upon entry is how the natural light saturates each room in a very inviting way. It is the use of large windows and a neutral palette that allow the outside light to highlight minimalistic details such as sleek trim, light toned wood floors and champagne gold metal accents.
Join us each Tuesday as we highlight the writing talents of Mrs. Ginny Asimos’ Language Arts class at Morriss Elementary. These students will be sharing essays and proving what talented writers they are! … My sister, Mary Ellen, is as sweet as honey, as fun as a roller coaster, and as pretty as a sunset. She is so helpful. Mary Ellen cleans around the house and helps my mom make dinner. She loves to try to make new recipes. The other day, she made lemon cupcakes that were gone within two days.
Join us each Tuesday as we highlight the writing talents of Mrs. Ginny Asimos’ Language Arts class at Morriss Elementary. These students will be sharing essays and proving what talented writers they are! … “Thanksgiving is a time of togetherness and gratitude,” I once heard someone say. I’m thankful for my sister, Hope, because she plays with me and is very funny. She is usually happy but can get sad sometimes, so I try to help her through it. My sister is like a big sunflower blooming throughout the valley. … Jace Griffin … 9 years old … My parents are as sweet as candy.
There once stood a persimmon tree behind a house in Douglassville, Texas. To the untrained eye, it just looked like a tree whose branches had been littered with junk, but not to a boy named Jim Swint. Jim was just a kid in the late 1930s and early 40s and he was obsessed with airplanes. Today, he smiles as he remembers finding an old tractor seat he wedged between the tree limbs of that persimmon tree. He says he picked up every broken and rusted gage he came across and hung it from the branches.
As we enter November, the season of giving and National Adoption Month, I’m thrilled to share my personal story about the power of a family and what love can do in a child’s life. One thing I’ve learned throughout my journey is my current situation is not my final destination. The unfortunate and traumatic beginning to my life could have either defined me or refined me. I’ve chosen the latter.
Join us each Tuesday as we highlight the writing talents of Mrs. Ginny Asimos’ Language Arts class at Morriss Elementary. These students will be sharing essays and proving what talented writers they are! … CARS … I sit down, look at my television, see The Fast and the Furious, and think to myself, “Cars are an amazing invention.” … Before cars existed, you had to rely on horses, so it was difficult to travel. People had to walk miles to go to school to get an education which took a lot of energy.
“A grateful heart is one that searches and can always find a GOOD THING.” … Years ago, I moved to this area when my son was around eighteen months old. I fled from an abusive marriage in the middle of the night with a bag of diapers and just 19 dollars to my name. I had been the lead singer in a band with my then husband and we made our livelihood playing gigs in little smokey bars and clubs. He held all power over me, the band and the money that was earned. His addiction to drugs and alcohol-fueled the emotional, mental, and physical abuse I endured.
Join us each Tuesday as we highlight the writing talents of Mrs. Ginny Asimos’ Language Arts class at Morriss Elementary. These students will be sharing essays and proving what talented writers they are! … MOST DIFFICULT TASK … I sprint to my phone, see that it’s Monday, and screech, “Why me?!” Panic attacks. Homework calculations. Getting breakfast. School screams at me, telling me what to do every week. Being on time is very hard, but it’s work I must do. … Some people wake up early because they are perfectionists, and that is how to describe me.
Pregnancy had been particularly sweet for Texarkana natives Jordan and Mitch James, following a struggle with fertility. Months of fear and anguish over the possibility of never becoming parents had turned into a pregnancy marked by gratefulness and pure joy. The couple had finally become pregnant; beyond their wildest dreams, they were being blessed with twins. However, it was the week of Thanksgiving, the time of year when it begins to smell like fall and the air turns crisp, that the joy of a long-awaited pregnancy took an unexpected turn.