For someone who makes a living writing and posting online, it has been a stark slap in the face to spend the past few weeks avoiding social media. Like a 12-step program.

The winners of the Fredericksburg Standard-Radio Post’s Cutest and Spookiest Halloween Costume Contest have been announced. In first place was Kinsley Aguirre, who celebrated her first Halloween dressed as a pumpkin.

Pie and pralines made from pecans can be found on many Thanksgiving tables. They are also one of our easiest fruiting crops to grow, though that doesn’t mean they are effortless.

After the Fredericksburg Convention and Visitor Bureau’s Lighting of the German Christmas Pyramid and Community Christmas Tree event was canceled due to the COVID-19 pandemic, community leaders found a new way to celebrate the holiday season.

Dr. Ferdinand Roemer’s book “Texas” is an excellent book (published in 1849) to catch a glimpse of the earliest days of Fredericksburg. Considered the “father of Texas geology,” his description of the landscape adds much to the early history of our region.

Back in August, I wrote about what it was like to apply to college during a global pandemic. At the time, I hadn’t yet sent in my applications, never mind finished them. A few months later, not only have most of my peers and I sent in our applications, but we’ve also begun to hear back from our colleges.

U.S. Navy Capt. Mike Tatsch, left, spent lunch Wednesday with his daughter, Caitlin, second from left and her friends. Also pictured is Audrey Benfield, Callie Smedley and Natalie Stafford. Every Veterans Day, FHS hosts area veterans for a special lunch, giving students a chance to talk and learn more about the military.

The following birth announcements were received during the past week by the Fredericksburg Standard-Radio Post: Bryce Wayne Bell Andrea Rode Bell and Samuel Jackson Bell III announce the birth of their son, Bryce Wayne Bell on Oct. 11, 2020, in the Kathleen C.

The magic of the holiday season is bursting everywhere. Folks are not only decorating their homes and churches for the fall season and Thanksgiving.

I have a shameful secret. Over the years I’ve dabbled in “the marketing arts.” This is a field filled with exuberant claims, arcane metrics, and secret phrases whose sole function is to persuade unsuspecting marks to buy your pricey chotchkes, attend your seductive ritual, or partake of your addictive confections.