The Permian Basin is a place of pump jacks, big sky, generous neighbors, stinging sandstorms, and lonesome highways. For former first lady Laura Bush, it was the scene of an idyllic childhood—and a tragic accident that changed her life forever.
Wichita Falls was about as average a town as you could imagine. Except within the gates of the state hospital.
Searching for the legendary past—and the cosmic future—in my old river city, San Antonio de Béjar.
A visual tour of my beautiful, mysterious, surreal corner of East Texas.
Sometimes a home is more important than a hometown.
In the late sixties, the Capital City was just as thrilling, drug-addled, pompous, and aimless as you’ve heard. Especially if you came from the provinces.
Before he was fighting for the governorship of the second-largest state in the country, Bill White was just a kid from Texas.
They may disagree on just about everything, but Rick Perry and Bill White have one thing in common: a Texas childhood.
At the port of entry in El Paso, I always tell the agents, “American,” but what I really want to say is “fronterizo”—I’m from both sides.
Before Rick Perry was fighting for the governorship of the second-largest state in the country, he was just a kid from Paint Creek.
Had the Texas myth become a straitjacket?
A fond look back at Temple, a.k.a. Ratsville and/or Tanglefoot, that fair burg wherein your dedicated advice columnist learned the location of the thin line between right and wrong.