Not long ago, I trudged down the hallway of my neighborhood school for an early-morning tutoring session.
By their very nature, family relationships are complicated and irrational and unpredictable, even on the best of days.
I risk the ire of many neighborhood people when I tell you that I like Avi Adelman. I don’t always agree with his methods, his targets or even his goals, but he’s out there trying to make a difference.
There comes a time in each of our lives, I think, when the need to do something for someone else becomes the deciding factor in our own happiness.
I’ve heard it said that the hallmark of a great columnist is that he or she can work wonders with virtually nothing to write about.
Plenty has been happening at the lake since the Advocate first wrote about its impending demise five years ago this month in our article “Dead in the Water.”
This whole Internet revolution seems a lot like boarding an airplane: I don’t understand it, but I’m going to do it anyway.
Flip to those pages, and you’ll find everything you need to start saving money or earning great perks at more than 50 neighborhood businesses and service providers.
Secretly stuff this book in a backpack headed for college, or hide it in that last pile of clean laundry your graduate may see for a few months, and then forget about it.
There are nine rooms in our house, and four of them don’t have drapery! There. I’ve said it. In public.
For some people, just thinking about turning powerboats loose on White Rock Lake is the ultimate dream.