Brenda Cannon Henley's archive

I looked up the definition of “judgment” after writing my last column and I probably should have clarified the difference better between good judgment and poor or bad judgment. Merriam-Webster defines “judgment” as “an opinion or decision that is based on careful thought. The act or process of forming an opinion or making a decision after careful thought. The act of judging something or someone.

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One of the questions I get most often has to do with judging others for their actions, or lack thereof. Some people enjoy judging and really could make a good living out of it if they chose to do so in the legal field, but that would take more education, more discipline and more hard work. It is far easier to just sit back in a recliner or rocker and take on the world and let everyone who will listen know what others should do about their sorry lives. I am amazed at what ticks some folks off and how little it takes to get them ranting and raving for days.

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Brenda Cannon Henley, Senio  Correspondent to The Examiner

I have a dear friend (well, actually, more than one) who sometimes loses his objectivity and becomes downright mean to those around him. More often than not, he will be mean, excessively so, to one person for a week or two, and then completely switch his allegiance and turn on someone new within his circle. And believe me, after watching this trait demonstrated on several occasions, I can find no fault with the one that is chosen for that particular week. He or she will not have done anything demonstrating ill will, unkindness, or evil toward this person.

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I sat on the deck here in Kemah and looked out over the Dickinson Bayou, a scenic part of Galveston Bay. The water was peaceful and smooth, the sky was blue, and the fish were jumping. Truly my kind of day. My attention was drawn to the next-door neighbor’s boat slip. The family had a beautiful boat, perfect for riding over the water or fishing with the family. A truck I didn’t recognize was in the yard, and a man I had never seen before was walking down the long pier.

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My mother, Flo Ella Cannon Davis, and Brendan Michael Jones, her great grandson

Mother’s Day has never been a favorite holiday of mine. There are many reasons, but the main one is that I felt I could never please my biological mother with any gift. She always found a way to make me (and others) know that she did not like it or that I did not do my best. That was just my mother.

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