My first trip to Texas with my Baby Girl

I have flown back to Texas dozens of times now. Year after year, I return from somewhere in the world to THE somewhere that held my little soul for all the years of my childhood. Having lived outside Texas now for nearly half my life, I notice it fresh every time – the rolling brushland, the easy mood, the crisp air, the yellow of winter grass and light blue of the big, wide winter sky. This past flight home was the first time I was introducing this wonderland to my kid. Our Baby Girl is nearing the 3 month mark,…

The Magic of Crooked Teeth

The W in my teeth is disappearing. I wear those clear plastic braces that hold and hug your teeth and move them, “a tenth of a millimeter every two weeks,” my dentist said. That reads slow, but for me, it’s lightening. Imperfections in my smile I’ve stared at for years are fading in months. The W was formed when my front two bottom teeth came in. I remember losing their baby predecessors at the same time in grade school. I can remember what it was like to run my tongue along my gums in the gap where the baby teeth once…