It may or may not surprise you that people in Brenham have a lot of opinions.
Just like you, I also enjoy reading The Brenham Banner-Press, even though it’s kind of my job to know what’s going on. I read Derek Hall’s column on recognizing teenage depression and thought it would be apt to talk about how depression can look in adults.
I wore an orange floral dress to church this past Sunday. It was an overcast Sunday with a bit of a chill and lightly drizzling. I stepped into church and grabbed a palm leaf and made way to a pew and sat next to a couple I didn’t know.
As I sit patiently waiting for my turn to get the vaccine, I am still reporting and living my life to the fullest I can, while still taking necessary precautions to avoid a second exposure to the coronavirus.
I recently subscribed to something called The Good Newspaper which is a monthly publication featuring happy news. I fell in love with the company’s idea to search for good news and report good news because, let’s face it, we live in a sad and angry world most days.
March 8 is International Women’s Day and I would be remiss if I let it pass by without acknowledging some of the women in my life who have shaped me and supported me throughout my life.
I hope our readers managed to stay warm over the past week after a crazy arctic blast hit Brenham and the rest of Texas. I was lucky enough to only lose power on Sunday due to ice accumulating on power lines, and was not subject to rolling blackouts Monday or Tuesday.
It’s really weird to open up Facebook and see one of my acquaintances posting a photo of himself with a needle in his arm receiving the vaccine. Never in my lifetime would I have imagined someone being so happy to receive a shot that they would post it on social media. But that’s 2021 for you.
I’m a rather emotional person. I always have been. My parents often described me as “sensitive” growing up, and still do. My friends have come to know my signature dramatic slurry of emotions and vocabulary. I don’t think it’s a bad thing, but people have told me that it is.
I don’t like politics, but I love people. It’s no secret people are hurting right now. This is magnified by protests from both sides of the political spectrum, the war of wearing face masks and so many other topics that would not all fit in this column. Each side likes to point fingers and b…
Of all of the ups and downs gifted to me by my Christmas-week COVID-19 diagnosis, an eery feeling of disappointment has strangely been the most everlasting of the bunch.
This year was turbulent to say the least. We all know what happened in 2020. We all experienced a lot of pain and turmoil as the stress of so many unknowns made its way into our lives this year. But what about the good?
There are a lot of Christmas traditions in my family. I’m sure your family has them, too. Even though some of these traditions won’t be done this year because, well, it’s 2020, I wanted to share a little piece of my family with you today.
Holidays tend to be hit or miss for most people. We get excited to see family, open presents, eat good food and be merry with each other. But that might be hard for your family in 2020.
This Thanksgiving was like no other in the Faykus family. I’m sure some of your gatherings looked a little bit different, too. No aunts, uncles or cousins were seen this year for me. In fact, I really only got to see my family through the windows of my grandma’s house this year because a wee…
I don’t often get disgruntled, but I’ve been a tad grumpy lately if I’m being honest with you. Last week was a doozy in the newsroom. The COVID news just kept coming. It’s astounding that Washington County jumped to nearly 80 new active cases of COIVD-19 in a matter of two weeks. What’s more…
Brenham was alive this weekend; more alive than I’ve seen in months. Our little town was teeming with visitors who came to see the painting of two new murals for the Texas Arts and Music Festival, shop at the Art Market and our quaint downtown shops, and hear some live music for Hot Nights, …
As the holiday season approaches, I can’t help but get excited for the best food of the year. Thanksgiving turkey and dressing? Delicious. Christmas morning brunch? I can’t wait! As the cold weather settles in, I am excited to make soups and other warm, savory dishes. But I would be remiss t…
As I look at my calendar for the month of October, I am beginning to feel a little overwhelmed. If you take a glance at our daily brief sections, you’ll understand what I mean. It feels like every organization under the Washington County sun has decided to hold events in October.
Fall is in the air finally. Well, at least in the mornings for now. I’ve bought a plethora of pumpkins to decorate my entrance to my apartment and occasionally light a pumpkin candle in my living room to get those fall vibes flowing. It’s my favorite part of the year.
Some days, it’s hard to escape the news. Being a reporter in a small town has its perks for sure. I am glad I’m not a reporter in a bigger city where controversy runs rampant and breaking news is a steady stream of crime and death. But that doesn’t make me exempt from feeling burned out when…
Waking up Wednesday morning and going to work brought a feeling of melancholy as I saw gray clouds swirling above Brenham. The rain outside the office made me a little uneasy. I then recalled feelings I have to deal with every hurricane season.
Lately, I have found great joy in cooking. When the pandemic hit in early March, I grabbed about two weeks worth of groceries from H-E-B in the hopes of not returning any time soon.
I think it would be a fair assumption to say most anyone who reads this column is facing more stress than usual right now. Lately, stress has been consuming me. Little problems have snowballed into big ones that I have created from worry and doubt.
A lot can happen in a year. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately as every month feels like a new year. Some days my head is still stuck in March, other days I’m surprised it’s not Christmas yet.
Whether it’s chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven or the savory smells of onions and garlic sauteed in a pan with butter, food has a way of bringing back happy memories and gathering us all together.
While I was in high school, my church youth group often discussed the idea of going to church and being wrong about the existence of God versus not going, ignoring God's teachings and ultimately discovering God does exist.
Hard times can often make people bad friends. I know I’ve fallen victim to mood swings poorly affecting my judgment when it come to what I say to my friends lately.
I watch a lot of TV; it's probably my favorite pass time. I mostly watch it for the intricate story lines that come to life so easily through acting and sets of made up worlds.
When I first started at The Banner-Press five months ago, I really hoped I would get to write a weekly column. Well, wishes do come true and you now have the pleasure of reading the ramblings on my life once a week. How exciting!
Today — March 8 — Texans will set their clocks ahead by one hour as they spring forward from dismal Central Standard Time to the illuminating daylight savings time for six months, until it comes time to fall back by an hour on Nov. 1 and return to gloomy standard time.