Afternoon sunshine filtered through the parking garage as I walked down the two floors to where my vanpool’s twelve passenger van was parked. The van’s double doors stood open, and I knew that one of our riders had arrived early. The bright sunlight faded into darkness as I climbed into the van. Sure enough, […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
The six of us sat waiting, eyes still puffy and blurred from too little sleep. It was 5:50am on a Thursday. The interior of the van was beginning to swelter in Houston’s late summer heat. The air outside was already heavy and wet and sunrise was still an hour away. Slouching in my second […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
An open letter to my daughter and son, the loves of my life. I leave the house every weekday morning at a quarter to five to catch a van by six. Houston traffic can be a bear, so I have plenty of time during my commute to drink my coffee, reflect on the day to come, and study […]Continue Reading... 3 Comments.