Construction Zones of the Heart
Carl and I drove to and from East Texas in a matter of just three days. If you’ve driven the highways between Alto and Austin lately, you know something about that trip. Construction zones. Everywhere. Every few miles we ran into orange cones, blinking signs, and long lines of cars waiting patiently while road crews…
From Dallas to Bethlehem — What a Difference a Town Makes
I was born in Dallas, Texas—a city that does nothing small. Big highways. Tall buildings. Big hair (at least back then). I entered the world in Parkland Memorial Hospital, a clean, sterile, well-equipped place with machines that beeped and doctors who knew exactly what they were doing. My mother was just a few miles from…
Help! I Need a Course Correction!
I travel the highways to Austin and Tulsa often and rarely do I need directions. But, when I am on the phone or in Lala Land while driving, I just might take a wrong turn. One time, I took the wrong exit to Dallas coming home from Tulsa and ended up on some backwoods roads.…