How to Be a Cowgirl in Dallas: You say 'ranch', I think dressing
Nothing about me screams cowgirl.
Roses of Texas: Tyler’s Version
Tyler, Texas wasn’t on my bucket list. In fact, I’d never heard of it until I was looking for a stop to break up a drive between Mississippi and New Mexico.
Rothko Chapel: Without Weed
“It’s all that and a bag of chips.” Tony stated, leaning back against the windowsill, licking his orange-stained fingers, the remnants of Cheetos.
NCCIL: Story Time in Abilene
Just thinking about The Velveteen Rabbit is enough to make me choke up and mumble something incoherent about stuffed toys being real. Although we – hopefully – read many books during the course of our lives, it is our first exposure to literature that stays with us.
Who Cut The Cheese?
We drove along a narrow road, seventeen miles outside of Santa Fe. Flanked by rock formations, it was dark, save for the light pollution spilling out from casinos in the distance. Rancho Encantado felt isolated in the same way that cult compounds do – because obviously I’ve visited lots of those. Still, it seemed like the kind of place where people flocked in a quest to find themselves. Personally, I could care less about the state of my chakras. I was there for the cheese.
Wyland Wildlife: The SPI Whaling Wall
What do one billion people do each year?
Perhaps they…
- Hit ‘reply all’ by accident
- Get injured while drunk
- Share endless cat photos online
Okay, all of the above may be true, but it’s not the answer I’m looking for. Every year, about one billion people view a Wyland mural.