This summer marks the anniversary of two historic events in American history.
After writing about my dad last week, it’s only fair to write about Mom.
The battle of Gonzales Oct. 12, 1835, signaled the start of the Texas Revolution.
I’ve been sitting here thinking about what my father meant to me. To me, he was rough, callused hands that picked me up when I fell. He was gray hair up in curlers just to see me smile.