Author: Sharron Burnett

I’ve always enjoyed working outside far more than doing the chores inside the house. When I was just a child my mother gave me and my brothers regular duties to perform to keep our household in good working order. My brothers had to take out the trash and keep the lawn mowed. My jobs included washing the dishes by hand (we did not have a dishwasher) and helping with the housekeeping chores. My mother taught me early on how to clean a toilet that would pass the white glove test. Somehow whenever I was on bathroom duty I felt a sense of envy that my brothers were outside in the open air taking care of the lawn. It never occurred to me that they were pushing a mower with no engine so that their labor must have been exhausting. I just wanted to be outside rather than being relegated to traditional female chores. 

Once I had my own home I literally volunteered to take care of lawn duties. I had a much better lawn mower than my brothers had pushed around and I reveled in being outside. For many years I joined the neighborhood men in Sunday afternoon trimming and edging and weeding. I supposed that my love of such work came from my farming ancestors and my desire to keep my yard looking tip top from week to week. 

Eventually I grew older and less energetic so that the joy of giving the lawn a haircut week after week waned to a point that made me dream of cleaning toilets once again. When my trusty lawnmower lost its mojo as well I decided that it was time to hire someone to do the job that had entertained me with joy for so many years. 

I often found flyers from individuals offering to take over on the outdoor duties so it was not difficult o find someone to do the job that I had done for so many years. Soon a man named Mario was faithfully beautifying my yard in less than a tenth of the time it had always taken me to complete the task. Amazingly not only was Mario fast but his efforts were far more impressive than mine. Thus I never again considered the idea of purchasing a lawnmower or suggesting that my husband might want to join the other men of the neighborhood in the weekly drill. 

Eventually we moved to a new neighborhood and Mario felt that it was too far away from his territory so I had to find a replacement quickly. A friend from work who lived in the same area had glowing praise for a man named Jose and so I forged new relationship with a very talented man. 

Jose has kept our lawn looking wonderful week after week since January of 2005. He is reliable and incredibly talented in his work. Whether we are in town or not I know that Jose will trim our lawn so well that I will never receive an angry letter from the HOA. He has had different sidekicks over the years and teamwork makes the job so fast that it is unimaginable. Over time other neighbors in the cul de sac have employed Jose and now he also takes care of my father-in-law’s property. 

I listen for the sound of his arrival each Saturday morning and smile when I hear him buzzing away with his string trimmer. He is as masterful as an artistic sculptor with that tool. He can weed a flowerbed in under five minutes and when he plants new shrubs or flowers for us they thrive. He feels like a member of the family even though we exchange few words. He keeps his head down and works quickly because he has many homes to visit and has to keep going before the sun goes down. 

As my husband and I have grown older many of the chores related to our yard have become too much for us. We used to mulch our flower beds but now Jose completes that task. We move our potted plants from the patio to the garage each fall to keep them safe during freezes. This year we surrendered that task to Jose. A job that took us hours only lasted about fifteen minutes with Jose. When spring came he brought the same plants back outside in record time and placed them exactly where they needed to be. 

Jose has been reliable and honest and superb in his work. Not once has he asked for a raise. I had to think of doing increasing his wages when prices began to rise. He never complains about any request we make no matter how strange and unrelated to yard maintenance it might be. If we need to move a heavy object upstairs he comes to the rescue. He even volunteers to hang and take down Christmas lights for a very small price. 

It is important to note that Jose has a regular job during the week. He fits in yard work during times when he is not busy at his main source of income. Based on what I know it is probable that he works seven days a week and sometimes does extra jobs on weekdays when the sun stays out until late at night. 

I would never underestimate the value of a man like Jose. He is exemplary in his work and I frankly can’t imagine not having him in our lives. I try to convey my appreciation of him but I’m not sure that I have been successful enough in showering him with enough well deserved praise to do that job. 

I hear so many derogatory comments about people who do hard laboring jobs like Jose. Some folks make ugly comments about people like him, insinuating or even saying outlaid that they need to go back to whatever country from which they came. I know that Jose is an American citizen but I suspect that his dark skin and thick accent leave him prey to pejoratives that he should never have to endure. He is a valued person and a good American who daily demonstrates the very traits that we all attempt to instill in our children. He is a treasure not just to me but to the many people for whom he so diligently works week after week, year after year. He is an exemplar for al that is good and I just hope that he understands how greatly we appreciate him. 

When my daughters were in intermediate school they attended South Houston Intermediate in Pasadena Independent School District. Their time at the school was fraught with the usual growing pains but they always felt safe and important because of the principal, Lucas Vegas. The foundation of their education was strengthened there and they would go on to excel in high school, college and life. 

Several years after my two children were students at South Houston Intermediate I applied for a job there. I had been reluctant to do so when they were still there but by that time they were launching themselves into adulthood and I was ready to use my educational expertise in service of my community. I had spoken with a couple of principals in the Pasadena district both of whom seemed to think that my recent background in a private school would not be a good fit with public school students. When I finally received a call from Mr. Vegas to set up an interview I was determined to overcome any preconceptions that he might have about my fitness for the job. 

I was amazed that Mr. Vegas remembered me and my two daughters and we mostly spoke about them at the beginning of the interview. Eventually he got around to asking me if I thought that I would be able to work with the underserved population of the school which included many students with low incomes and stressful backgrounds. I suppose that I was wearing my anger on my sleeve when he suggested such a thing and I shot back at him with the argument that kids are kids and that my well to do private school students had their own share of problems to overcome. In the middle of my rant Mr. Vegas smiled and asked me if I really wanted to work for him. When I nodded he picked up the phone and announced that he had found his teacher. 

I began my journey with Lucas Vegas as a hybrid teacher in the sixth grade who taught Social Studies and Science. Given that my educational background had focused on English and Mathematics I had to do lots of study to keep up with a curriculum that was mostly unfamiliar to me. Mr. Vegas would cheer me on, confident that I was up to the task and so it was. 

Even as I learned to enjoy both science and social studies I was elated when a teacher of mathematics left the school in the middle of the year to become an administrator. I marched straight to Mr. Vegas and asked him to put me in the math class but he had been overjoyed to see how well I was doing with science and social studies and was reluctant to make so many changes in one feel swoop. 

For a time Mr. Vegas brought in several teachers to try out for the job of teaching math. None of them lasted more than a few days and I kept up the pressure to land the job that was in keeping with what I had been doing for most of my career. Soon he saw the wisdom of my thinking and conceded that I should be the sixth grade math teacher. 

It was a tougher gig than I had expected because by the time I walked into the classroom the students had been without continuity for a fairly long time. They challenged me like few groups have ever done but I was determined and Mr. Vegas was supportive of my efforts like no principal for whom I had ever worked. By the end of the school year my course was set. I was switched to seventh grade mathematics and began working with a talented group of teachers under the guidance of Mr. Vegas who began enrolling me in one learning opportunity after another to further hone my skills. By the time I had taken course after course I was his choice for Mathematics Department Head when the former head decided to retire and move away. 

Working with Lucas Vegas was a wonderful experience. He was like a coach encouraging me to fulfill my dreams and improve my skills. His office was open whenever I faltered. There I would get a boost of confidence, always leaving more determined than ever to overcome the kind of problems that teachers face from day to day. I don’t believe that I would ever have achieved all that I eventually did without the encouragement from Lucas Vegas. He was not only a fantastic teacher of young people but also a motivator for those of us who were teaching. 

Lucas Vegas retired before I left South Houston Intermediate. A new principal came and eventually created a position for me that allowed me to be the kind of mentor to my fellow teachers that Mr. Vegas had been for me. I would move on to other jobs and other schools eventually becoming a high school mathematics teacher and Dean of Faculty. I knew at every moment that all of my success took root under the enthusiastic guidance of Lucas Vegas.

Lucas and I kept in touch with each other over the years. He would call me on the phone just to see how I was doing. We exchanged Christmas letters and sometimes met at local restaurants. A few year ago Lucas had a physical crisis and ended up in a nursing home near where I live. I visited him and he was as optimistic and chatty as he had ever been. I always knew that when I met up with him our visits would last for hours because he wanted to know how everyone was doing. 

Lucas Vegas died in May just as I was celebrating the graduations of twin grandchildren who were the children of my youngest daughter. I think that Mr. Vegas would have been pleased to know that his heritage was living on through them. Sadly I never got to tell him how much his influence has impacted the lives of thousands of students and teachers who once had the pleasure of being in a school with him. 

May Lucas Vegas rest in peace. He has earned a special place in heaven. I hope that his children and grandchildren and great grandchildren understand the incredible legacy that this great man left behind. We all will miss him.  

The whole system works because we are not all nuts on the same day. — Unkown

My mood regarding the heath of our nation goes up and down depending on what kind of news I am hearing. I try not to torture myself with too much information but I also believe in the importance of knowing the truth about what is happening even as I realize that we often are not privy to everything. In the past year and a half of Donald Trump’s presidency it has been difficult to stay calm given the massive changes not just to physical structures but to virtually every single federal department and often to laws emanating from the red states. It feels as though there is a purposeful dismantling of so much that I believe is important in the United States. Given that we are supposed to be in a celebratory year marking the two hundred fiftieth anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence my anxieties are especially prescient. 

I keep thinking of Benjamin Franklin’s remark that we have a republic “if we can keep it.” Sometimes it feels as though we are standing at the edge of a precipice beyond which our nation will be doomed and other times I believe with all of my heart that the American people will ultimately keep the republic intact. 

There are some tacky things happening that are a matter of taste and a question of who has the authority to make them happen. There really was no reason to tear down the East Wing of the White House without a deliberation and agreement over whether or not we need a ballroom when there are nearby venues would be easy enough to secure and use for formal gatherings. It’s not so much that the idea of building a ballroom is totally bad, but the fact that part of the people’s house was torn down without any kind of consultation. Even if a ballroom is never built a great deal of costly damage has already been done. 

Then there is the lavish party for Trump’s eightieth birthday. He certainly has the right to celebrate his time on this earth. I gave my mother a surprise party when she turned eighty and it was lots of fun but not particularly costly nor did I tear up my yard to build an arena for a wrestling match for the occasion. I think that such an event is a bit tacky but I also say “to each his own” except for the fact that it is costing the taxpayers money that is desperately needed elsewhere. 

Of course these complaints from me are somewhat minor compared to the really serious things like a war with Iran that need not ever have happened and has been incredibly costly in lives and money. Trump and his followers seem to be unwilling to admit that the damage being done was never necessary. We have not in fact taken out Iran’s nuclear capability and the Strait of Hormuz was not closed before we attacked. The people of Iran are even less likely to rise up and protest than they were before Trump attacked Iran. We have expended also so much of our own arsenal that we are in a dangerous situation if a real need were to arise. The whole episode needed the formal agreement of Congress that the Constitution requires. What makes me the most angry and anxious is that Trump just does whatever comes into his head and then finds ways to justify his actions as though there are no restraints on a president the way our founding fathers intended. 

I could go on and on and on but each day feels so much like living in a house with someone who is mentally ill or a person who is a brutal bully. We don’t know from one minute to the next or one day to the next what the man who should be protecting us and our country will single handedly decide to do. He seems to stay up all night in a frenzy of anger and self pity that makes life unbearable for the rest of us and yet nobody says the true part out loud. Donald Trump is unfit to be in charge. His mind is focused on a revenge tour and a struggle for power that is personal, not about our national good. 

In the past there would have been good men and women who would have had the courage to speak up and make certain that nobody be allowed to run roughshod over our laws. What drives me particularly nuts in this moment is that a mad man is being protected by the very people who should be able to stop him. They bow and scrape and tell him that he is the greatest leader of all time for reasons that I cannot understand. The idea of honor is totally lacking in the members of the cabinet and in most of the Republicans in Congress. Whatever Trump wants he gets like a spoiled little brat that the elders fear. 

The only thing that keeps me sane and hopeful is that there are indeed people shouting from the rooftops that our president is not just an empty suit but a demented man who has no clothes. I see and hear their courage and I am able to keep from losing my mind in a situation that makes no sense to me. 

I have reached a point of not wishing to argue with many of the people who are ardent supporters of the madness of our president because I have learned that they are unwilling to see the truth about what is happening. I fear that they are blind to the danger that he represents so they go along with however he tells them to think. I don’t know if they fear him or they are just unwilling to accept that he is day by day destroying the country that we love. 

So for some time now I have vacillated between feeling as though all hope is lost and girding my loins to do whatever it takes to keep the United States free for all who live here. I have to believe that one day this nightmare will be over just as we made it through the revolution of long ago, the Civil War that tore us apart, and the world wars that brought down tyrants. We have struggled before and I believe that we will overcome this craziness once again. 

I have always paid my taxes and I have done so on time even when I was struggling a bit with finances. There was an era when I took care of multiple children in my home. The parents paid me in cash so nobody would have been the wiser that I was receiving those funds but I reported every single penny and paid the fees that were due. It’s who I am, how I was taught to be. Not once have I attempted to cheat the government by hiding the income that came my way. 

I don’t say these things to brag. My honesty is the same as most citizens of the United States. It is what we do, not just to stay out of trouble. We understand that the funds we send to the government keep important programs running, even some that we may never use.

As a child my family was saved from destitution during the interval between the time my father died and my mother began working. She was a thirty year old woman left in a rented home with three children under the age of nine. She had only a small savings account and a damaged car that was totaled in my father’s deadly accident. If not for the SSI payments that came to her we would have been hungry and perhaps even homeless. They were a stopgap measure that kept us alive for a time. 

My brothers and I are now eligible for Medicare, a privilege that did not even exist when our grandmother was dying of colon cancer. Her illness literally left my grandfather penniless because he had to absorb an enormous number of medical bills not covered by his health insurance. My grandmother was eighty eight years old when the doctors and hospital quit treating her and sent her home for my grandfather to do the job in her final weeks of life. He could no longer pay them because everything that he had saved over a lifetime was gone. When she died he ended up living in a room provided by a young widow who felt fortunate to have the small fee that he paid her each month from his Social Security check and pension. I give my taxes to make sure that what happened to my grandparents does not have to happen to another elderly person.

We now live in an upside down society that allows a billionaire president and his family to never again be audited for the taxes that they may or may not actually pay. All the while so much of the national treasury that we the people send to the government is being used for unnecessary wars, an out of control immigration system. for painting the bottom of a reflection pool and for the president to fly regularly to Florida to play golf and host parties. 

I thought that my contribution to the treasury might play a small part in giving nutritious fruits and vegetables to pregnant women unable to afford such things. I thought that my funds might support educational programs for the underserved. I felt comfortable with the idea of using my taxes to provide for our veterans or to monitor invasions of screw worms that if left unchecked might devastate those involved in the beef industry. 

We are all in this together. The founding fathers never suggested that we did not need taxes to fund the fledgling nation but they certainly were acutely aware of taxation without representation and that is where I find myself at this moment. Why is my voice not only being ignored but gerrymandered out of any chance to elect candidates whose focus seems in line with mine? Right now I feel as though the present government does not give a hoot what I think or what I care about. If they came to my door at gunpoint to take my taxes I would not feel anymore violated than I do right now.

I am angry that those immature DOGE boys in their twenties took an ax to so much of our government. I am incensed that the rich are growing richer and the middle class is being all but obliterated while the poor are barely able to survive. I am regularly reading stories of good honest people living in their cars because they cannot keep up with the high cost of housing.

There are reasons why the founders created what they hoped would be an ironclad ability to insure check and balances on presidential power. The nations top leader was never intended to be immune from prosecution for criminal acts or to be exempted from paying a fair share of taxes like the rest of us.

I find myself in the year of our two hundred fiftieth anniversary understanding more and more how the original citizens who founded our nation must have felt when they were being ignored and abused by a king wielding his unchecked power. I feel that the present Republican government in the presidency, Congress and the Supreme Court does not care one bit about what I want or need as a citizen. I am tired of being accused of being a communist or traitor or dumb person because I can plainly see the graft being inflicted on us all. It is long past time to stop the rewriting of the foundations of our Constitution without input from the people. Surely everyone can see how we are being hoodwinked out of our rights. The evil has gone too far. 

Growing up I was always proud of being from Texas. I was a second generation Texan from my mother’s family and a third generation Texan from my father’s family. My roots and pride in being from Texas ran deeply even when my family moved to California for a time. I enjoyed the reality that my fellow students there listened with a sense of awe as I explained to them what it was like living in what was at that time the largest state in the union. 

Eventually I married a native Texan whose family roots stretch all the way back to the Republic of Texas. Together we were proud of our roots and passed down our legacy to our children and grandchildren. For much of my seven decades in Texas I have believed that I live in a most wonderful place. 

I travel through Texas with a sense of awe. We have beaches and mountains and deserts and vast open spaces. In the spring when the bluebonnets grow the sights along the highways resemble a glorious azure carpet. I have traveled the world but always wanted to come back home no matter where I have been. I have felt the goodness of the people who live in Texas but for some time now I have been quite confused as to why they vote for leaders who seem to be working against us rather than for us, people who are holding us back and even attempting to return us to an ugly time in our history when segregation was the rule and people were judged by the color of their skin. 

Of late the majority governing our state have fallen in line with regressive thinking. Instead of focusing on progress they spend much of their time reducing the rights of women, minorities and members of the LGBTQ community. They show preference to certain religions and downplay others. They rewrite school curricula in ways that ignore truth. Worst of all is the reality that many of our leaders bow to the will of Donald Trump rather than to the needs of our state which is threatened by shortages of water and other real problems that are being ignored. When Texas Republicans chose Ken Paxton to be their candidate for the United States Senate I was particularly stunned because his record is as sleazy as such things can be. 

Ken Paxton has the gall to suggest that James Talarico, an eighth generation Texan and holder of a Master of Divinity degree, is not a true Texan nor a truly religious man. Ironically Ken Paxton was not born in Texas and only came to my state for college after which he left for a time before returning to run for office. What a joke his time in that regard has been!

Ken Paxton has a long resume of shady behaviors. He was accused of securities fraud and eventually had to pay three hundred thousand dollars in restitution. He has also been accused of bribery and abuse of power. He was present at the January 6, 2020 rally in Washington D.C. that resulted in a riotous attempt to overturn the election results. He has steadfastly insisted that the 2020 election was rigged. In 2023 he narrowly avoided being impeached by members of his own Republican party. His illegal actions in office were reported to the FBI by his own aides whom he fired when he learned that they were accusing him of crimes. Subsequently he underwent a Whistleblower lawsuit associated for his illegal treatment of those aides. After years of admitted adultery his wife filed for divorce. All the while Paxton portrayed himself as a Christian with a level of hypocrisy that truly boggled my mind. Since coming to Texas he has increased his worth to millions of dollars even though he never made a salary higher than one hundred fifty thousand dollars a year.

As a long standing Texan it galls me to see such a shady man being touted by citizens who are being led to believe that he is the good man while Jame Talarico is someone of whom we should be afraid. Paxton hurls silly arguments against Talarico like noting that he eats tofu and that he might even be a trans person even though Talarico’s Texas biography in the Austin area is very clear. It is heartbreaking to me that so many people that I love and respect would vote for a lying shady character like Ken Paxton given his horrific past that includes releasing  a convicted pedophile from jail. I really want to know what they are thinking and why they are being convinced to be afraid of a good man but eagerly following an obviously corrupt man. 

I would like to believe that when the dust settles in November the citizens of Texas will send James Talarico to the Senate. It is past time for Texas to rely on leaders who will consider the needs of all citizens, not just the powerful and wealthy who gleefully line their pockets. I want to have proof that Texas still deserves my pride and my love. I want to believe in the kind of goodness of Texas that I believe is still there.