I’m neat. Not freakishly, compulsively neat – but orderly. I like things to make sense. It pleases me when one thing logically follows another. Like when the conclusion of a good book somehow affirms its beginning. Or when I intuitively reach for something in the place it should be…and it’s there. But while there’s comfort [...]
I barely survived a three alarm meltdown in lane two of the bank drive-thru, and I was the one who started the fire. I had two checks to deposit, both clearly endorsed and recorded on my deposit slip. No other cars were waiting, in my lane or any other – yet the teller seemed to be taking an [...]
The importance of how I feel – on any given day, about any given subject – is highly overrated. There. I’ve said it. I’m a feeling person, yes, but the truest thing about me is not how I feel. Never has been – never will be. There is something truer than my emotions. Years ago, [...]
My first big-girl bike was a shamrock green Schwinn with no gears, reverse brakes, and a basket. My sister had one identical to it. I rode this simple two-wheeler to elementary school each day in Portland, Texas, and my chief destination was just down the street. I didn’t consider that by riding it I was [...]