Where are the haters? When will they show themselves? It will hurt, at least at first. But if I am to really shine in my work, I will encounter that unbridled dethusiasm. Is that a Read more…
On the eve of Father’s Day, I went to sleep thinking of how my dad used to sing to me when I was a young boy. The one song I remember him singing, that I Read more…
We crossed the imaginary line into panhandle Texas, having rolled down from the peaks of Colorado and dogearred the corner of New Mexico, almost immediately a story of Texas being written across our windshield, our Read more…