
One Aspiring Mother’s Nightmare in Post-Roe Texas
After learning that their long-awaited baby wouldn’t survive childbirth, two parents suffered the pain of finding maternal health care out of state.
After learning that their long-awaited baby wouldn’t survive childbirth, two parents suffered the pain of finding maternal health care out of state.
As I untangled Chris’s affairs, I discovered a trove of books, letters, and unarticulated love.
A nightmarish scene in Larry McMurtry’s epic novel triggered my unshakable—and completely illogical—fear of snakes.
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I didn’t think I’d get to be a mom. Now that I am, the passage of time confounds me.
As a Texpat living in New York during the pandemic, indulging in a delivery of family-style brisket and spicy beans kept me close to home.
Long before it became a meme stock, the Grapevine-based video game retailer lodged itself in the hearts of a generation entranced by the storytelling it found inside those plastic boxes.
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Sure, the restaurant chain was founded in Dallas and is currently headquartered there—but the concept also embraces the Dallas identity.
In the Tex-Mex wars of my mind, the victor was never in doubt.
I long thought they were at odds, but after a summer in Texas and a deep dive into its history, I discovered that they have been married for decades.
I left homogenized Austin for the Texas Gulf Coast—and felt right at home amid the Speedo-wearing bikers and chicken feet–fed alligators.
Follow these tips and tricks to becoming beloved at your local watering hole from the guy who literally wrote the book.
Attica Locke looks back on her 2012 essay weighing her Houston pride against the fact that “there are things about the state that just don’t work for me.”
An escape in 1950 inspired my novel. The wildly different public reactions show how much our relationship to animals has changed.
As a child, I experienced the boundary between Texas and Mexico as its own distinct place. Now I know why.
Fifty years ago, Texas Monthly was little more than an idea dreamt up by a local lawyer with minimal experience in journalism. Then it was an actual thing. How did that happen?
For more than fifty years, the state I call home has repeatedly surprised me. The Texas of 2023? Well, it’s got me thinking a lot about how far we have, and haven’t, come.
Along with its descendant, the towering wind turbine, this spindly mechanism turns fast and slow, measuring out our days.
After raising three kids on a budget, novelist Amanda Eyre Ward indulges her teen fantasy of being the parent who says, “Order whatever you want.”
The convenience of the store’s grocery-pickup service comes at a small financial cost. The personal price is up to you.
In Andrews, this mostly serve-yourself Tex-Mex restaurant was a community staple that’s still remembered fondly after its closing.
Living in a taco-obsessed world and reporting on border issues makes senior editor Jack Herrera’s relationship with the dish complex—and a little frustrating.
A wedding, a broken taillight, and a missed exit: a family outing from Brownsville heads north and then goes south.
Swimming before sunrise became a necessary ritual for novelist Elizabeth McCracken during an uncertain time. And then came the strangers.
My family’s shack on an island in the world’s largest hypersaline lagoon has brought us closer to the fishing—and to one another.
I’ve lived in Uvalde for thirteen years. Our community is more complex and nuanced than media portrayals suggest.
I used to feel ashamed that I didn't speak Spanish. Now I understand why my parents didn't teach me.
A decade after losing one of their own, the former residents of an Austin housing project reckon with their upbringing and the tragedy that changed them.
For fifteen years, my 2005 GMC Sierra has, through good times and bad weather, taken me to every corner of Texas. It might be time to say goodbye, but it won’t be easy.
A writer learns the hard way—the hardest way—that in Texas the answer is: not much.
When a grown-up son visits for the holiday, a mom takes what she can get.
I’ve been the target of censorship and vicious harassment, but my greatest worry is what this trend means for young people who rely on school libraries.
After nearly two years of pandemic life, I didn’t even realize just how much I was craving this release.
Passing through a desolate stretch of North Texas, I set an anchor in the sea of time.
The Fort Davis historian and raconteur knew and loved Texas and its people like no one else.
Seeing, and understanding, our land and its borders anew—in a Cessna 182 Skylane.
My grandfather’s work as a paleontologist took him to West Texas over and over again. Fifty years later, I found myself retracing his steps.
My divorce made me what I am today.
I was my own boss, set my own hours, and came and went as I pleased. I was a Houston cabbie, and though it was hack work—literally—it paid the bills.
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I thought I’d teach my young son’s Laotian friend about all the essentials of American culture, including Dr. Seuss. I just never imagined how much he’d teach me.
The tensions between the demands of the spirit and the demands of the world defined my marriage—and destroyed it.
A final farewell to the Hill Country spread that for more than thirty years meant everything to me and my family.
Married for 32 years, my parents both died of AIDS, and we, their children, may never know why.
Until I house-sat there last year, I thought I knew rarefied Highland Park. To my surprise, it was much more fragile and defensive than it had seemed.
All across Texas, vandals are searching for ancient treasures by looting Indian campgrounds—including the one on my family’s ranch.
Through sickness and health. Texas humorist John Henry Faulk was my mentor, my idol, my friend.