The past is a very determined ghost, haunting every chance it gets.

There is a perfect someone, even if the road to that someone isn’t all that perfect.

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

A faint smell of lilac filled the air. There was always lilac in this part of town. Where there were grandmothers, there was always lilac.

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

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.

In many ways, our campaign this year will be the same as last time: We're still going to focus on fixing up basics and cleaning up ethics at City Hall.