When our middle son left home, he left a letter that we read every Father’s Day. I guess we do that so we can cry. I have his permission to use it again. It is one of my treasures, and I love to share it.
By medical design, I recently spent a few hours in Dallas unconscious. The experience made me wonder if my obliviousness might be a preview of the final curtain. Of course, many believe in an afterlife, although the reviews are still out. In the foggy days after, I read the Dallas Morning News religiously, becoming intrigued […]
By Joan Clayton: PNT columnist Go to any bookstore and you will find dozens of “how to” books on being happy. Enticements are everywhere. TV commercials are filled with “things” guaranteed to satisfy. You only need their products to make your life perfect. For some, happiness is attained only when “this or that happens.” Yet, […]
Freedom New Mexico It may seem ironic but it is somehow fitting: The most lasting contribution of one of the most intensely political dynastic families in American history will be an institution that transcends politics. It was started by a family member who never held or even ran for political office. The Special Olympics, officially […]
By Eric Butler: PNT staff writer Informed that her sister’s favorite NBA player is Kobe Bryant, Cleta Looney sticks her tongue out and issues a raspberry at Leta. Cleta, you see, watched every playoff game the Cleveland Cavaliers were in and her favorite, LeBron James, didn’t make it to the NBA Finals. Cleta Looney and […]
Freedom New Mexico Americans are addicted to the drug war. Countless billions of taxpayers’ money, at all levels, has been lost in a futile effort to keep unapproved drugs off our streets. The effort has only raised illicit drugs’ value, and thus raised sellers’ profits — and the extremes to which they’ll go to rake […]
By Joan Clayton: PNT religion columnist One of the highest compliments I ever received was from an 8-year-old child. She was one of my students from the school year before. As I walked down the hall one day, I heard her say to her new teacher, “That’s my teacher from last year. She loves me.” […]