Two in the Canoe … I LOVE “love!” To me, it is paramount to all other emotions. No matter what I am feeling, love either makes things better, or takes the sting away, making struggles a little easier to experience. I have been loved, and have loved, in so many ways: as a daughter, as a mother, as a friend, as a teammate, as a sister, as a cousin, as an aunt and as a niece. But the love I love most dearly is that I have experienced as a wife. Words cannot adequately express the joy with which the Lord has blessed me through my marriage.
Home is Where the Heart Is … We purchased our home just over three years ago. After searching, we found the perfect fit for our growing family in a home originally built in the 1950s. Only one family had lived in it previously. Their three children grew up within its walls and that comforting feeling of a family home was still present, even though it had been a while since it had been occupied. As word of our new home spread to our friends and family, they told us stories about all the fun times they had in our home with the original owners.
If anyone understands the beauty of friendship, it is the owners of ETX Revival. Made up of two couples, Haylea and Justin Morgan and Caitlin and Alex Rice, the entire business was founded on friendship. According to Morgan, the company actually “started as a joke.” The couples had been helping each other with personal projects and tossing around the idea of flipping a house together. The next thing they knew, the foursome bought a foreclosure, and their Hazel House Project was born.
Four Things To Do During the Month of February! … Considering the fact that I have literally been single since my birthdate in 1997, I usually have no reason to look forward to February 14 as it rolls around each year. Still, that has never stopped me from wrapping up in a fluffy blanket on the couch with a big bag of heart-shaped Reese’s peanut butter cups, giving myself a stomachache, watching The Last Song (being able to recite every word as I do), and somehow being completely okay in my single bliss.
The usual roar of the grandstands at Oaklawn Racing Casino Resort, formerly Oaklawn Park Race Track in Hot Springs, Arkansas, dulled to a deafening silence due to COVID-19 protocols near the end of last year’s racing season. While fans could not watch and cheer on the animals in person, the horses still ran and trained at the Hot Springs mainstay. … On Christmas of 2015, Kerry and Alan Ribble, owners of Ribble Farms, joined the fraternity of horse owners when Alan gifted Kerry a racehorse.
The communal roots of talented artists find their homes in the twin cities. Growing up here, I enjoyed the music of my parents, Professor Samuel and Rosie Williamson-Collins, both singers of gospel music and pianists. After performing with the Dunbar High School Marching Band in 1968, I continued my music studies with the late Bob Ingram, former Texarkana Independent School District Supervisor of the Instrumental Music Program. I also enjoyed singing in the choir.
After announcing I was running for the Texarkana, Arkansas Board of Directors for Ward 6, a common response was, “Why would you want to do that?” The negative feedback was overwhelming: … “You are going to have to give up a lot of your time for no pay.” … “You are not going to be able to make everyone happy.” … “You are opening yourself to criticism.” … As I pondered these comments, I would not be honest if I did not say I second guessed my decision on more than one occasion. However, I am an overcomer and truly believe, despite such comments, serving others is a calling we all share.
For as long as I can remember, I have always had an obsession with knives or anything with a sharp edge. Growing up, if I was not outside playing with my throwing knives or running around with a camcorder, I was inside burning pieces of wood with my wood burner to give as gifts to friends and family. These were the games of my childhood that turned into the hobbies I enjoy today. … One day at my Aunt’s house, I took a hammer, painted it green and colored my name in white.
Sometimes, a student needs a break when she’s navigating through school in the big city of Houston, Texas. After being born and raised in Texarkana, I found Houston to be a tough concrete jungle. While I was only there for school, I felt I had a lot on my plate; the horrible traffic jams, the headache of nursing exams and demanding college activities overwhelmed me. I would often sit alone at my uncle’s apartment on the weekends. I desperately needed a weekend activity. After discussing some options with my uncle, my Saturdays and Sundays soon filled up.
I’ve been metal detecting for eight years and I can tell you, I’m just as addicted to it now as I was when I first started. … Something about finding that first silver coin, hooks you. There’s a kind of child-like wonder in finding buried treasure. It is so exciting! It’s hard to explain the feeling you get when you dig a good signal and can see that silver reeded edge of a coin sticking out of a clump of dirt. That feeling never gets old.