When I got to Ken Bethea’s house, I didn’t know where I was. My son had got­ten invited to a birth­day party for a lit­tle girl in his Mother’s Day Out pro­gram and all I saw was her first name, sans last. The house, located near ours, is prob­a­bly 40 years old and is homey, […]

About 12 years ago I was work­ing at the Book­stop near the Inwood the­ater in Dal­las and it was my first real job out of col­lege. I was a super­vi­sor there, and one of the things we would do, and if you’ve been into any Barnes & Noble you’ll know this, was put out staff […]