Some TEXAS MONTHLY Stories on Essay

What I’ve learned from Moe, Oscar, Flannery, George, Odette, and Roscoe.
by Antonya Nelson [May 2007]

When people hear I’m a landlady, they tell me I should have my head examined. Yep.
by Suzy Banks [October 2005]

In a world full of evil dudes pretending to be good guys, Waylon Jennings was a good guy pretending to be an evil dude and never quite succeeding.
by Dave Hickey [June 2004]

My father was a hard-hitting newspaperman, but he was also an old softy. That helps explain why until his death two years ago this month, he and I were members of a mutual admiration society.
by Prudence Mackintosh [June 2002]

\More than a decade ago I wrote about the virtues of the drinking life and the comforts of what I called a “bar bar.” Then I hit rock bottom. It’s been eight years now since I took my last drink—and I’m finally ready to tell the rest of the story.
by Jim Atkinson [July 2001]

This month my second novel about JFK's murder will be published. Why do I keep returning to Dealey Plaza and the events of that fateful day? Because I can't help myself.
by James Ellroy [June 2001]

After he was shot by a Mexico City cab driver—and told that he might be paralyzed—Jan Reid was flown to Houston, where Dr. Red Duke and a team of therapists literally got him back on his feet. In an excerpt from his forthcoming memoir, The Bullet Meant for Me, Reid reconstructs the grueling nine weeks of recovery before he and his wife, Dorothy, finally headed home to Austin.
by Jan Reid [June 2001]

A new Texas Monthly by design—and necessity.
by Evan Smith [April 2001]

Back when I was a hippie pacifist in Northern California, I never thought I'd kill an animal for sport. Then I married into a South Texas ranching family, and in time I managed to pull the trigger and bag a buck. My emotions were decidedly mixed, but I knew that I had become a Texan at last.
by Michael DiLeo [December 2000]

She was the princess who wore Tiffany perfume. He was the middle-class guy who raced cars. But when they met on the cystic fibrosis wing of a Dallas hospital, romance bloomed.
by Skip Hollandsworth [February 1994]

Even on her one-hundredth birthday, the Texas Capitol looks good in places other building don’t even have places.
Text by Paul Burka [May 1988]

Age is a matter of mind. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
by Liz Carpenter [March 1985]