Whataburger for Breakfast
663 Words. 3 Minute Read.
I figure I owe myself a treat when a plane is four hours late, which means it’s perfectly acceptable to have a Dr Pepper and a cheeseburger for breakfast and feel no regret whatsoever.
Lost Boots
416 Words. 2 Minute Read.
I’m headed to Texas tomorrow—Austin, to be exact—and I can’t find my cowboy boots. They’re nothing special. I bought ’em in Louisiana in ’04… I think in Shreveport. I also bought a can of Copenhagen that day. But they’re lost in the garage now.
Wading in a Pond of Fear
1,366 Words. 5 minute Read.
I am the emotional manifestation of stitches barely holding a life together—symmetrical and tidy on the outside, battered and bruised within, like a foot inside a ballet slipper.
The Masters and Bedtime
332 Words. 1 Minute Read.
When my kids were babies, I played The Masters theme song to put them to sleep, and it worked every time.
20 Year Race to the Starting Line
1,794 Words. 7 Minute Read.
I’ve spent twenty years building a business whose odds of succeeding were one in a billion.