Having a holiday weekend without a family member felt like putting on a sweater that had an extra arm.

There is something fascinatingly awkward about an author photo. I'm drawn to those glossy shots in the back of books, mostly because the subjects never look happy to be there.

When something that honest is said it usually needs a few minutes of silence to dissipate.

When you live in Texas, every single time you see snow it’s magical.

It's sad when our daddies die. Makes us one less person inside.

Pummeling an answer out of someone never works. You cannot intimidate someone with aggressive language and think they'll be more forthcoming... that's a caricature of interrogation, part of the TV culture of what it looks like.