Opinion

There is something about the silence of an empty house that is so comforting it is almost not empty at all. When the voices have left the building, the last car door has slammed and the final cup of tea has been consumed, the...

God save the ... you know how it goes, everyone does! We used to sing it before school assembly when I was a nipper. Long live the Queen. Well, isn’t she doing well! And here we have 70 years on the throne. Oh, my...

I’m excited to announce Sol Treasures is hosting a gallery of my photojournalism, and a meet the artist evening will happen this Friday from 5 to 7 p.m. The exhibit is titled, “Through the Lens, Adapting in Place,” and covers how the residents of...

Boo. You may think it odd to start a column with a single word, but my curiosity led to research that informs us "boo" is one of the most uttered words in the American lexicon, used both to scare others and show displeasure. The...

To the Editor: I’d like to thank Estrella Cruz for her March 17 Letter to the Editor (“Biden’s Immigration Bill”). She explained provisions of the U.S. Citizenship Act of 2021 that can potentially shift the focus of the immigration “debate” away from emotionally charged rhetoric...

“There are so many varieties of apples, that if you ate a new one everyday it would take you 20 years to try them all.” “The day you were born and the day you die are the only two days in your life lasting...

My boys asked me that after we had been living in Gonzales for a while. When I mentioned in a earlier column that we used to play in the culvert on Fanoe Road, we would take our dog Beaujee and walk down the bottom...

Because yesterday, Tuesday, March 19, was the Equinox, that happily makes this morning the first day of Spring and a long-established ritual assigned to this time of year is Spring Cleaning. In keeping with this What-Stays-What-Goes protocol, I have scrapped all my scraps. There...

Worthy to Print: Column by George Worthy

I remember my grandparents very clearly. They were our safe harbor when things in the house were a little stormy. My grandma was quiet and sweet, mostly seen with knitting needles in her hands and a soft smile. She made the best chocolate cakes...