Showing posts with label Texas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Texas. Show all posts

Thursday, August 29, 2013

This Town Still Tugs at My Heartstrings


The place I called home for 15 years, the community that helped raise my children, and the town that still tugs at my heartstrings—Rockwall, Texas.



Click here to view the full-length, eight-minute version on the Blue Ribbon News website.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Local Physician Voted Instructor of the Year

My most recent article highlights local vascular surgeon who mentors high school students. The students voted him "Instructor of the Year" for 2012. Click here to read in the White Rock Lake Weekly.


Naaman Forest teacher Debra Campbell presents honor to Dr. James Kohn.

 

Friday, July 6, 2012

My Son's Farewell


There’s nothing like the feeling in a mother’s heart as she hugs her grown child good-bye. My son, Zak, finally graduated from college in May and accepted a job fifteen-hundred miles away in northeastern Pennsylvania.

We met this morning for breakfast at a diner in Dallas before his long drive to Scranton.  



While I forked my eggs smothered in some sort of cream sauce, he talked about his recent vacation boating around the Florida Keys with his dad.


Zak saw the excitement in my eyes as I relayed how I love interviewing people and writing their stories. I laughed a lot, enjoying his company, but avoiding the inevitable—saying good-bye.

He'd been living in Lubbock and attending Texas Tech since his high school graduation several years ago. And although I didn’t get to see him as much as I would have liked, it was comforting to know he was only six hours away in the same state.
Mary Gallagher Williams with her son, Zak, in December 2010

Now he’s leaving. Not exactly leaving the nest, but leaving no doubt. In that moment as he got into his car, I had to remind myself he’s a man now. The world is his oyster.

Moisture brimmed from my eyes as I watched him drive away in his Ford Mustang. He didn’t look back. If he had, he would have seen my chin quivering as I swiped the tears away.

I prayed what probably every parent in every generation prior to mine has prayed as they stood in my same shoes: Lord, protect my son and guide him.