I have been patient long enough with Baylor fans. I have even gone so far as to defend them.
Justin Bieber is someone I will rarely take the opportunity to praise — mainly because I have an extremely large crush on Selena Gomez and so I’m more than a bit jealous of him — but his consistent charity work is something that shows a maturity beyond his actual age.
Finding a soulmate is hard. I am young, decently attractive with an impressive list of qualifications, and yet I’m staring tragedy in the face. I am a generic unmarried girl, age 18-48, and yet another Valentine’s Day has just passed me by.
Not too many people have to go up against 1 million moms all at once. But talk show host Ellen DeGeneres did have to face opposition from a group of the same name after being selected as a new J.C. Penney’s spokeswoman.
Each year I feel like Valentine’s Day becomes less about showing your love and appreciation for loved ones and more about showing how deep your wallet is.
Susan G. Komen for the Cure is known for breast cancer awareness walks and pink versions of almost every product. Its most recent foray into the public eye, however, has been much less positive.
I want to thank the Lariat’s Rob Bradfield for his well-written opinion piece in yesterday’s paper. While it was principally composed of misinformation, unfounded accusations and the sort of tinfoil hat theories generally reserved for Dan Brown novels, it does raise questions about some important issues.
I woke up two Sundays ago with tears in my eyes while my fearful heart asked God, “Do I have to?”
