Oscar Casares
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My Name Is Cásares
And the story of how I started spelling it that way (with the accent) begins with a kidnapping.
Christmas in Brownsville
My father, who had grown up on a farm, used to talk about his family’s killing a pig for the tamales, but this was back in the twenties.
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Hecho en Brownsville
The grand opening of a new H-E-B in McAllen drew crowds—including several who showed up to hear a native son read from his collection of locally set short stories.
Home Run
A jogging path along the Rio Grande was a treasured, secret place—until it became part of the front lines in a war I still don’t understand.
Imaginary Friends
Brownsville’s first federal judge was a legendary figure in my house. So legendary that I never believed my father when he said he knew the man.
The Departed
They say you can’t go home again—especially when pretty much your entire family has moved away.
Therapy Room
An exclusive excerpt from writer-at-large Oscar Casares's forthcoming first novel, Amigoland
Indivisible Man
Was January 20 really the dawn of a new and more inclusive age?
Grass Roots
My father was passionate about lawn care. Me? Not so much.
The Waiting Game
I was a server at Pappasito’s for a week. It felt like a lifetime.
Ready For Some Futbol?
Race and racism at the state soccer championship.
Pet Project
My dog, Flaco, sleeps on a bed from Pottery Barn, gets three walks a day, and very nearly had his teeth cleaned for the princely sum of $208. What would my father say?
Tall In the Saddle
My father’s not-so-brief, happy career on horseback.
Se Habla Español
But not without some difficulty—even though I’m a third-generation Mexican American.
In the Year 1974
I still remember the moment I discovered that a world existed outside Brownsville. I’ve been trying to explore it ever since.
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Living With the Border Fence
The border fence cuts through a Valley farmer's property, upending his family's life.
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