In Texas "Yankee" is a loose term covering a lot of ground. If you're not a Texan or a southerner, you're a Yankee and therefore, to many Texans, suspect. There are many rites of passage to being a Yankee in Texas: the first time you spot a pickup with a gun rack; the first time you realize that a week is a long time to go without Mexican food; the first time you recognize a change in seasons; your first thunderstorm; your first honky-tonk. Culture Shock in Texas can be intense and is exacerbate by local rules of propriety that tell us to keep out mouths shut. But here in this book we are going to talk all about it with good old Yankee outspokenness. We'll clear the air, share experiences, orient newcomers, and have some good laughs.
I came to Texas from NYC to seek my fortune. OK, I didn't find a fortune but I did find a new career as a writer, a husband, an antique dog, and a weird new accent.
Look for my travel column, Wandering Mind, in the Dallas Morning News and the Chicago Tribune and my articles and essays in newspapers and magazines nationwide. (You can read samples on my website).
And look, too, for a link on my website to a Mediabistro article about my experience writing The Making of Dr. Phil. That was one tough project! I'll never look at the man the same way again...



