His gut is more accurate. So is mine. I'm from Gulfport, Miss., and there is no way my state is obsessed with Bron Bron.

I'm with you on that. I'm from Gulfport, Miss., and there is no way our state is obsessed with Bron Bron.

Man, this was disappointing.

Nice! This is still my favorite "How I Work." Thanks for mentioning your blog.

HabitRPG is too gimmicky for me. I gave up the Habit after one try at home.

What do you like about Zendone?

I have started using Keep at work, and tonight I will start playing with HabitRPG at home

Tessa, I'm 62 and learned a lot from Kathryn. I always learn from How I Work!

I'm 62 and learned a lot from Kathryn!

What's the best way to clean running shoes, and how often should that be done?

Where is New Orleans? It's a major American city and it has more really good pizza places than ever before.

This is too complicated for me. I will drive past all the McDonald's in my hometown of Gulfport, Miss., on my way to Whataburger to get what I really want: a double cheese with mustard, onions and pickles with ketchup on the side. No secret menu hacking is necessary. Their double cheese is always fresh and juicy, the…

No pickles? No wonder it's poor man's. I want pickles!

"Hello, Jill." http://www.timelessmoviemagic.co.uk/diamonds-are-f…

Ironically, the gal I talked to at J.Jill was named J.Jack.

She has really nice hands!

I am a newspaper sports page designer and former sportswriter who gets along with just everybody except for the sportswriter who has been at the paper since 2012. He works rim one night a week and last Wednesday at 5 we were involved in a kerfuffle, which is rare nowadays in our open newsroom. I was finishing up an…

"I often hit my stride somewhere around 10pm." I thought I was the only one when it came to this. I am glad I am not the only one.

I am reading this on a cold night ( 2 a.m.) down in Mississippi near New Orleans, and I am inspired! I can't wait until Friday afternoon to read this again!

I remember my first week on the sports desk back in 1973, I had a baggy of my Dad's favorite pipe tobacco right on my desk to give to an ad guy who had fought in Vietnam. My Dad got the tobacco from a place along Canal Street in New Orleans. My sports editor panicked when he saw the baggy. He thought it was weed. I…