“You are what you repeatedly drive.” ~ Aristotle “You don’t have to do this,” Karin said. She held her keys out, and I gave her mine. “It’s my turn, I guess.” “OK, but I know...
Author: Robb Lightfoot
Every December, my wife and I clash on the most serious question of our time. Is fruitcake food or something far more sinister? My wife belongs to a not-so-secret society that LIKES fruitcake. I...
“A friend is a gift you give yourself” Robert Louis Stevenson Mom used to say that, if you want to know who you’re friends are, get into trouble and see who sticks. When I...
From the day I could walk, I’ve been on the go. My poor mother spent most of her time chasing me down, trying to make me stand still. She fought a losing battle. No...
Now you know you’re underpaid but the boss says you ain’t He speeds up the work ’til you’re ’bout to faint You may be down and out, but you ain’t beaten You can pass...
This column is dedicated to my brother-in-law, Keith, who passed on this week. He was, without a doubt, one of the brightest, funniest, and most creative men I’ve ever met. Even though he’s gone,...
…When we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of...
When I was a kid, mother warned me about strangers. “It’s OK to talk to them so long as I’m around,” she’d say. “But keep your eyes open.” She wasn’t unfriendly, just wary. She...
“I’ll have grounds More relative than this—the play’s the thing Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King.” Hamlet Saturday I sat outdoors in the dark with hundreds of strangers and watched a...
The first Texan I ever met was my mother. Mom grew up in Corpus Christi, married young and then fled the state. In the next 20 years, she and my Dad—a Californian—returned three times...
