Opinion Columnists Gordon Keith

Gordon Keith

Gordon Keith and his mother, Christmas 2013.

Gordon Keith and Sharon Grigsby: When Mother’s Day breaks your heart

Sharon Grigsby and Gordon Keith (pictured above with his mother) share poignant thoughts about their moms and mortality.

Gordon Keith: Shell of a former self

Mother’s Day is a chance to remember the painful paths of mothers and their sons — and treasures along the way.

Gordon Keith: George Mason is my Texan of the Year

When a white Baptist preacher shows up in front of television cameras claiming to be the pastor of a Liberian woman who is at the center of our nation’s attention, eyebrows raise.

Gordon Keith: Why Thelma Thompson matters

Is it wise to look through ancient yearbooks of people you don’t know, trying to piece together the kind of stories you once ignored? I don’t know. I just know it is a sadness I can’t quit touching.

Gordon Keith: Whupped into a frenzy of denial

We like to say, “I got spanked but I turned out OK.” Maybe there’s a way to turn out better than OK.

Gordon Keith: Winspears are slow-dancing in their dreams

Let fate pose some of its cruelest tests — no tragedy can deter Don and Ellen Winspear’s love.

Gordon Keith: Best not to fool around with the sun gods

There’s a funny nostalgia game we play called “Can You Believe We Used to Do That?” You win by thrilling at things through cultural hindsight. Smoking in hospital waiting rooms. Sleeping on the back dash during family car trips. Listening to Meat Loaf. But the childhood danger that scares me the most is the one that should.

Gordon Keith: Incredibly busy and willfully slothful

You wouldn’t abide a thief breaking in and taking your stuff, but you’ll let needy friends, infuriating enemies and total strangers steal your time and focus.

Gordon Keith: Memorial Day and the weight of carrying on

On Memorial Days, my life often feels like a dividend that someone else earned.

Gordon Keith: Where are you from?

More interesting than the definition of home is the importance we place on it — especially in Texas.

Gordon Keith: Boyhood inspiration from a fallible hero. Who has a whip. And fights Nazis.

It took the humanity of a fictional Indiana Jones to pull me from the youthful vulnerability of a pivotal summer.

Out of shape, out of excuses

Gordon Keith says he can aim higher than joking acceptance of his body. The truth is, he says, I’ve battled body shame my whole life. That battle shaped me. In boyhood, I was always one dessert shy of pudgy.

Gordon Keith: Kicking the N-word out of the NFL is the right call

Throwing a flag for use of this profanity smacks of grandstanding and over-reaction, but it’s still the right thing to do.

Gordon Keith: Talking divorce on Valentine’s Day 

The divorcées I know all express a feeling of failure that the marriage ended. Why? Because of the trappings of a fairytale we refuse to pick apart.

Gordon Keith: Is Wendy Davis' shaded truth so different from our own?

We require two things from media: the epiphanies of good stories and the catharsis of gotcha ones.

Gordon Keith: The real sin in Dallas Safari Club's black rhino hunt auction

Understanding the hunter’s compassion is one of the greatest things animal advocates can do for improving the survival of game species, Gordon Keith writes.

Gordon Keith: The gift of receiving gracefully

Remember that Christmas presents are much more than material gestures — they are transactions of the heart.

Gordon Keith: Theories, faith and phantoms of Dealey Plaza

The conspiracy obsession doesn’t depend on logic.

Gordon Keith: Here's to the Texans of the Year you've never heard of

Heroes are highly overrated. The people who count the most are the same ones who are most easily overlooked.

Gordon Keith: The power of a ghost story

We’re all better off if we keep an open mind about haunted people and things.

Gordon Keith: Why I'm paranoid

We shouldn’t trust our government to keep its hands out of our digital pants.

Gordon Keith: What’s to hate about Dallas’ Atheist Church?

If the idea is promoting charity, clarity and community while exploring wonder, I like what they’re peddling.

Gordon Keith: When the thing that gave you life dies, your heart cracks

It may be tempting to stitch the death of state Sen. Wendy Davis into her political controversies, but it's gratuitous and unjust. She is a daughter who has forever lost her father.

Gordon Keith: Missing the bus on DART

Columnist debates pulling out of his commuter rut for a 30th-anniversary adventure in mass transit.

Gordon Keith: What Kidd Kraddick taught me

The lessons we learn in his death are as important as the ones we studied during the DJ’s oversized life.

Gordon Keith: A splash of moderation for alcohol consumption

This weekend and every weekend after until the cold sobers us up, we’ll be out on our lakes with our plastic cups and leaking coolers chasing good times and navigating poor decisions.

Gordon Keith: Why I like to scare myself

False fear may be a thrill, but we all could use some training for real fear, the kind that makes life meaningful.

Gordon Keith: The story that haunts me and changed the way I think of Father’s Day

Those small words of “I love you” have paralyzed a lot of mouths and left many relationships in inertia — and heartbreak.

Gordon Keith: Graduation and the myth of secondhand wisdom

It’s OK that no one heeds commencement speech advice. True wisdom is gained fresh — one experience at a time.

Gordon Keith: How well do you know your neighbors?

Yesteryear's neighborhoods, where people watch after one another, still exist. Let's hope the tornado-ripped area of Granbury is one of them.

Gordon Keith: Mangled manliness — a tale of beards

Whether it’s Cowboys picking Facial Rapunzel or my own facial-hair journey, whiskers are complicated emblems of manhood.

Gordon Keith: West, Texas, and the heartbreak and healing of small towns

We’ve convinced ourselves we’re far from Boston-sized attacks, and then a nearby small town suffers its own horrific loss.

Gordon Keith: So, Dallas wants us to relocate feral hogs?

The city’s plan to eradicate pests reflects the conflicting truths we all juggle in avoiding realities of the modern world.

Gordon Keith: Big Tex’s Easter parade

Makeovers reveal much about what we believe about ourselves — let’s hope we get it right rebuilding the State Fair icon.

Gordon Keith: Knowing what friends earn is a 'subtle cancer' to friendship

Parade’s just-released “What People Earn” report exposes our jealous fascination with the money status of others.

Gordon Keith: Tebow not a wimp for passing on Jeffress' 'portrait of God'

First Baptist Dallas Pastor Robert Jeffress implied that Tim Tebow is a wimp for not standing up for God's truth.

Gordon Keith: Why love’s worth all that trouble — and more

Posturing against celebration may suit you, but there’s something very important about a day dedicated to love’s mystery.

Gordon Keith: New Orleans is getting the Super Bowl luck Dallas never had

Maybe cities make their own luck: New Orleans is relaxed, embracing its past; Dallas is too eager to be new.

Gordon Keith: A different standard, not a double one

I hate to agree with the irrational knee-jerkers of Twitter, but Brent Musburger’s offense was worse than Savannah Guthrie’s.

Gordon Keith: A decidedly askew view of the Perot Museum

My only visit was an unstable night of hobnobbing with the bigwigs at “The Eighth Wonder of the Central Business District.”

Gordon Keith: Being wrong isn’t the end of the world

Turns out there’s another day -- despite what that Mayan calendar claimed.

Gordon Keith: At Oswald's former home, crazy, haunting memories linger

The buzz over the auction of an infamous apartment’s bathtub disregards a couple of moments of very simple, sad human history.

Gordon Keith: Crazy, haunting memories of 604 Elsbeth

The buzz over the auction of an infamous apartment’s bathtub disregards a couple of moments of very simple, sad human history.

Gordon Keith: I would make a fine Texan of the Year

I’m a Regular Joe, and Regular Joes and Josés are what make Texas great. Yet, no one celebrates us humble folk.