Perfect love was that kind of love that made no sense but made everything else make sense somehow. It was raw and unscripted, turbulent and slightly unpredictable.

But there is so much more to do for the city we love... a Dallas with roads as strong as our businesses, parks as beautiful as our children, a downtown as tall as our imagination.

The past will find a way to squeeze into the present–if you let it.

Every small town that I had ever been to had had a caboose.

Maybe everything really does just have an expiration date--one that you can't see until she tells you she's leaving, and then she's gone.

Writers would be warm, loyal, and otherwise terrific people-if only they'd stop writing.

In the year since we brought things into the open with a clean breath of fresh air at City Hall, we have learned about corrupt spending practices and unethical conflicts of interest that waste your money... and keep Dallas from being the great city of our dreams.