And Lo, the day shall come to pass when thou will engage in a conversation with thy father or thy mother about thy parent's bowel movements. And thou will enter into dialogue and be a witness to thy parent's colonic testimony, and thou will listen freely and openly and with only small disgust and embarrassment.... Continue Reading →
Notes From Another Land
He sits on the back porch to smoke, because he's not allowed to smoke inside. He has a comfortable chair and a radio out there - tuned to news talk - and a glass of ice water. His dogs like to sit in his lap. The smell from his cigarette sneaks by the back door,... Continue Reading →
Monday Morning Music: Miranda Lambert
Highway 12 heading west out of San Marcos, driving in and out of rain. High school football stadiums and farm to market roads. Sheep chewing on grass by the fence posts and country on the radio. Lightning forking through the horizon sky. Almost all of me is back in Hong Kong. The rest, a small... Continue Reading →
In The Land Of The Gun
Yesterday we flew in to Texas for our annual visit with family and friends. It's a trip I look forward to every year: reconnecting with everyone, shopping, eating Mexican food and barbecue, showing off the kids, the usual proud mom / dutiful daughter scenario. Yet within a few hours of landing I had to have... Continue Reading →
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