I Rode a Runaway Horse

I Rode a Runaway Horse

I was eight years old and riding a quarter horse across some land my family owned outside of Roswell, New Mexico. As I headed the horse away from the stables he repeatedly resisted my lead and tried to reverse direction. After we had gone a couple hundred yards he suddenly turned toward the stables and […]

A Biblical Death Bias

A Biblical Death Bias

I left Portland International Airport at 6 a.m. which meant I arrived at the airport at 5 a.m., which meant I climbed out of bed at 3:30 a.m. I don’t know about you, but at that hour my mind moves at the speed of a slug. Anyway, the plane flew me to DFW, where I […]