Oh, really?

When my wife and I announced that we were moving to Mexico, one of my wife’s relatives asked us, (more…)

Teenie Harris and My Sister Working to Preserve the Past
My sister has always been a big fan of photography. Without her, I think a lot of our family’s history would have been lost. At one time, she collected all the older pictures from past generations and did her best to preserve them. Looking at all the old pictures became a huge trip into the past. I got to take a glimpse into where I came from. (more…)

Yelling and Making Noise Outside of Halliburton on the 18th of May

It had been awhile since I had the comfort of sleep, and I met the morning with slight reserve, thinking in my head if the trip was the right thing to do. We had been driving all night trying to make the five hour trip from Denton to Houston and everyone slept except me, who drove. (more…)

Coming to terms with a Catholic upbringing

I’m not a religious person. I was raised Catholic and I was very Catholic. As a teenager in Texas, I participated in “Hike for Life,” a march against abortion, and alienated myself from my peers at an all arts high school by igniting debates for my mission to save the unborn. I even posted a sign on my locker that used rows of black stick figures each figure representing 1,000 deaths, comparing the casualties of every major war with the “war on abortion” sweeping the competition. I crossed myself and thanked the Lord before I brushed my teeth. I was grateful to have a toothbrush and toothpaste. On the night of my senior prom, I ate ice cream with my date and was home by midnight. Then I went to college in Los Angeles. (more…)

I was telling someone the other day (and this took a while too) all the 99,999 reasons we left America and moved to Mexico. This morning I ran across reason number 100,000 on an online news source; Houston has outlawed stinky body odors. [1] (more…)