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Dear Dallas,
We need to talk. You're a really great city, and you're really nice and all, but things are not working out for me right now. No, shhh, listen! I have so much...
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Like any good, emotionally repressed person, I believe that people should not get any more specific in public about their problems than the words on the side of a Xanax bottle....
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Just as ancient mystics ventured out into the wild to commune with nature and find divine guidance, I had to journey far, far out of familiar territory to find my power animal....
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Some years ago, I was fortunate enough to be an integral part of important research being done at a site in Tarrant County. It was an ongoing excavation project, already in...
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Nine people are gathered in a silent circle in Alyce Payne's cozy living room in North Richland Hills. Most sit with their fingers intertwined, thumbs and forefingers joined,...
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My prey is just around the corner. I can hear it before I see it. The child's high-pitched whimpers reach my ears as I crouch behind a fence. The gaping wound in the side of my...
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I am 10 or 20 or 50 feet underground. It's hard to tell exactly how far I've just climbed down. Once you've slithered into a dark, dirty hole with only a headlamp to light the...
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I have never been the world's biggest fan of children, even when I was one. In junior high, I cringed every time a kid addressed a teacher as "Hey, miss!" And when I completed...
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For thousands of years, humans have constructed shrines and places of worship to honor the things we value most. These physical manifestations of holiness give our souls a...
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It was the kind of day when even a quick dash across a parking lot means a sticky, sweaty shirt and glistening hairline. Despite the heat, Shelly sat in her car, her hands...
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A couple of weeks ago, my father, who by all accounts is a reasonable man despite an unusual enthusiasm for pinto beans and windbreaker jackets, was mowing the lawn. It was...
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Two weeks ago, a pretty Irish lady who also happens to be the 1977 Nobel Peace Prize winner was in Dallas to talk about a city she is opening in Italy. There, hundreds, maybe...
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A little girl in a black and white polka-dotted leotard with a pretty, frilly skirt practices her turns on the practically empty ice rink at the Downtown Dallas Westin Hotel....
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There are two Marshall Sylvers onstage in front of 500 rapt fans in a high-ceilinged ballroom at the Adam's Mark hotel. One Marshall Sylver is on a larger-than-life poster,...
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It is just before 7 o'clock in the morning, and I'm standing in a closet somewhere deep inside Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport. Cristina, a short woman with a smile far...
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It's been pouring rain for three days—a real toad strangler, as members of my East Texas family would say—but that isn't stopping thousands of people from spending...
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Ennis' Wooden Nickel bar is the only place in town that serves alcohol after midnight. Tonight is the bartender's birthday, and the deeply tanned distributor of drinks has...
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The spring light dims across a Northwest Dallas backyard. The soft glow from a cluster of white candles circling a young oak tree illuminates the freshly tended lawn. Dangling...
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In days of yore, P.E. class meant pegging the stinky, skinny kid during dodge ball and gagging if you had to stand next to him at the free-throw line for basketball practice....
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The press conference starts in 45 seconds, and I am going to be late. Oh, I'm hurrying as fast as I can, jogging down a path lined with picket signs and a couple of...
