Yoga, Cows, and A Texan

Saturday I had an urge, an almost unable-to-resist urge, to run someone down using a Ford Focus … The car had a few dents, and I had a fleeting thought of “What the Hell.” It’s been a trying week. We rolled into Frisco, a small Cowtown outside of Dallas, last Tuesday night at 10 pm. […]

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Fear as the Dark Mother of Moving

Yes, I am moving to Texas – the land of big hair and blue eyeshadow. I know, I know. But it’s my fear after spending ten of my formative years in Alabama feeling under made-up and under poufy-haired. I keep thinking about fear, fear of moving, fear of my friends forgetting me, fear of loneliness […]

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