Okay, I admit it: I watch “Survivor.”
It’s one of my guilty pleasures. I mostly only watch shows that have some writing merit (”Lost” is a surprising example) — I’m a sucker for a good story. But Survivor is just one of those mindless shows that I watch because it requires absolutely no [...]
I want the body of an athlete, the mind of a poet, the soul of a pilgrim.
Instead, I have the body of a sloth, the mind of a dullard, and the soul of an amoeba.
I need to be more disciplined. I try, I really do. My new routine is supposed to be to rise at [...]
“…and Neemaw was buried…alive.”
(key dramatic music)
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I’m ten years old. It’s Wednesday night in the throes of Texas summer, and I am at church. My mother has just delivered me to my classroom where I normally attend Pioneer Girls, a Christian Girl Scout lookalike organization. We all gather Indian-style on the [...]
