So, this is a true story. I tweeted it out on Twitter but thought I’d experiment with some of the embed functions that the new Gutenberg editor has and share it here as well. If you don’t see a series of embedded tweets below, you can check out the original thread on Twitter here.
My dad has always said “I’d rather be lucky than good.” And he’s right, though don’t tell him I said that. Being able to write this story, for me, is a perfect example of how sometimes you just get lucky. Or you’re in the right place at the right time. Or the stars align. Or feel...
I lived in New Orleans for almost 20 years. Despite it being one of the murder capitals of the world (or at least the U.S.), I never really felt unsafe there. Maybe I was extremely lucky but I never had my car or home broken into. And I was never mugged, despite my occasional poor...
I live in a small (well, maybe moderately-sized) Southern town. And like a lot of small and moderately-sized Southern towns, there is a healthy dose of the populace that is, for whatever reason, anti-alcohol.
For some reason, I was excited about this: