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What does Texas mean to you? Is it ”Dairy Queen on a summer night”? ”Risking everything for a bluebonnet photo”?
A newcomer to the state is looking for a cinematic introduction to his adopted home.
A McKinney man thinks our fearless columnist isn't as sharp as he used to be.
In our February "Love Letters to Texas" collector's issue, the Texanist takes a walk down memory lane.
A soldier stationed in Afghanistan is looking forward to coming home.
A Connecticut Yankee courting entrée into San Antonio's social circuit is vexed by an invitation's dress code.
A Fort Worth man can’t bottle up his confusion any longer.
An Austin man thinks everyone knows that water turns to ice at 32 degrees.
Texas Independence Day is right around the corner, so what better way to celebrate than to test your Texan-ness? Questions range from pop culture to geography to history, but are all centered around one thing- Texas.
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Q: I’m a transplant to Texas from the country’s northern regions, and one thing that has struck me since I got here is that there are virtually no basements in people’s houses. As someone who did a lot of growing up in basements—playing air hockey, watching Fast Times at Ridgemont High a few hundred times, maybe engaging in some occasional necking, etc.—this seems like a major disadvantage of living in Texas. Can… Read Story
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Without a good shoeing, a horse can indeed be lost. Enter the farrier.
Ninety-three-year-old Armando Vasquez tells of a place that used to be.
My cat was a fearless hunter who stalked the countryside—until she squared off with a rattlesnake.
The West Texan has sold more art than Picasso.
Outsiders remain fascinated with unraveling the secrets of this place. But locals can explain, one story at a time.
For these young boxers in West Texas, learning to fight means more than throwing a punch.
Pronghorn were almost perfectly fitted to the West Texas landscape. And then people started building fences.
Twenty years ago, a brown-skinned boy was shot to death near the Rio Grande. What fate awaits my own son?