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Early morning and a disconcerting wind whips and crashes outside my window. Trees sway, and the last of the red, tenacious leaves finally...

Each year changes me, remolds me, like clay becoming a pot, unfinished and waiting. Each place changes me. This place, Austin, is like a...

My dog. Mickey Mantle Raffelock. The last dog was Jeter, so if you're a baseball fan, you can see that there's a pattern here. Even...