I never considered myself a suburbanite. I’d been running from small towns since growing up in North Richland Hills. As an adult, I loved the feeling of being at the center of it all in Fort Worth: Art museums (hello, The Modern). Hot restaurants (I miss you, Wishbone & Flynt). Fancy wine bars (WineHaus is calling my name). And live music at every turn (Dickies Arena, heeeey).
Then, life happens.
There was a shooting in front of my house about two years ago. A Fort Worth police officer knocked on my door the next morning…