Micha
While listening to last week’s Slate Political Gabfest, John Dickerson shared his answer to the following Twitter question: Tell me a decision that changed the trajectory of your life but you CAN'T say choosing your faith, getting married, or having a kid. — Jennifer Johnson (@seejenwrite) April 29,
Eulogies
The banner pic is my favorite picture of Micha and me, composed of all my other favorite pictures of Micha I pulled from everyone’s Facebook accounts (sorry ’bout that). She lives on through all of our memories, most of which involve middle fingers. Click here to download the big-ass
Stories
It’s nearly 13 years later, and George W. Bush still sucks. But the night of his election was still one of my funnest memories. That evening, Micha and I were interviewed by Bud Kennedy of the Ft. Worth Star-Telegram. I finally found a copy of that article, all three
Micha
This is the story of how I met my twin sister Micha. One might think that twins meet each other before anyone else, but things are rarely that simple in my world. In the summer of 1989, my parents moved across the Metroplex, from tony North Dallas to the rural
Micha
I drove into Round Rock for a regular visit with Micha. One of the first things I noticed in her living room was a shiny new electronic component prominently displayed atop her television. She explained it was TiVo, a brand-new product called a digital video recorder (DVR) that recorded live
School
I got home from school, went straight into my dad’s office, and fired up his computer. Within moments, the system was up. A few swift keyboard commands fired up the internal modem. And chirps and clicks of static noise confirmed a successful connection to one of the many bulletin
Micha
My sister Micha lives in Round Rock, an Austin suburb known for downtown shootouts, ballpark shutouts, and corporate output. But the name “Round Rock” had to come from somewhere, and one day I wondered out loud about its origins. Micha said simply that the name came from a round rock,
Micha
In the summer of 1989, my parents moved across the Metroplex, from tony North Dallas to the rural community of Southlake. The timing was particularly hard on me. I was fifteen years old, without a driver’s license, in a new area code — the combination of these three factors made
Stories
On November 7, 2000, Election Day, I was at work when my cell phone rang. It was my father calling to see if I had plans to attend George W. Bush’s big election party, which was being held that evening on the grounds of the Texas State Capitol. At
Micha
In my Austin bachelor days, I wasted much of my time and brain capacity on video games. For awhile, I was into strategy games, and this led to a brief infatuation with The Sims. For me, it was more than just a game. It was a novel way for me
Stories
After the game, Micha needed to swing by the grocery store, so I took her to the fancy Denton Kroger. While she was performing the frustrating miracle of self-checkout, I busied myself with exploring the scratch-off lottery vending machine. A ticket caught my eye: $2 Fast Tracks scratch-off with Dale