When Frank Lloyd Wright Designs Your Life
489 Words. 2 Minute Read.
My architect was more Frank Lloyd Wright: indifferent to authority, a malcontent with a high IQ, a nonconformist in a cape.
Writing My First Play
624 Words. 2 Minute Read.
I wrote a play today. Actually, I finished writing a play today. I started it four days ago while waiting for a flight at the Atlanta airport.
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.