The Joy and Struggle of Learning Spanish as a Tejano Adult
I used to feel ashamed that I didn't speak Spanish. Now I understand why my parents didn't teach me.
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.
The characters might be fictional, but to the Latinos who see their own families reflected in them, it’s a relief to see them say what we wish we could.
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.
I didn’t wake up one day and think, “I’m going to traipse around the woods and eat raw things.” But over time, I learned how to fill my pantry with delicious (and free!) foraged ingredients.
Passing through a desolate stretch of North Texas, I set an anchor in the sea of time.
If we’re going to honor the real Selena—and find a way to carry her with us—we need to imagine what she might have done if she had lived a full life.
Just as my husband and I were moving away from the city, we found ourselves embracing our adopted hometown.
The Fort Davis historian and raconteur knew and loved Texas and its people like no one else.
My father always pampered his pets. So when he fell ill and moved in with us, it was no surprise that his corgi came to rule our home. What I didn’t expect was for Trilby to care for me after Dad was gone.
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.
I never knew my father, a decorated World War II pilot who died before I was born. But a trek at age 67 to the site where his airplane crashed brought me closer to him than I’d ever dared hope.
How Lubbock’s prairie dogs taught me the meaning of home.
A dank cabin and a loyal dog—and, eventually, a loving daughter—turned Texas into home.
How Johnny Gimble became one of the greatest fiddlers of all time—and showed me and my son a thing or two about playing music.
After thirty years, I still love Highland Park.
My divorce made me what I am today.
Thirty years after Roe v. Wade, I'm still that lawyer.
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.
It’s unpalatable to cattle, an invader of grasslands, and a water hog. So why can’t I just get rid of it? Because it’s a vegetative Vietnam.
Willie Nelson and I have been friends for years, so why did I decide only now to make him a character in one of my mystery novels? The plot thickens.
Thought the competition between Texas cities was over? Until my daughter was born in Dallas and a friend’s was born in Austin, so did I.
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.
I REMEMBER ONE SUMMER when there were snakes galore on Lake LBJ near Kingsland. We have five kids in our family, and we’d all go swimming in the lake, but when we’d see something in the water—and couldn’t tell if it was a turtle or a water moccasin—we’d jump out.
The art of throwing punches, the science of skipping rope, and other reasons why boxing is a hit with me.
My firsthand experience with the hard times that humbled my hero, former Dallas Cowboys star Golden Richards.
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.
My son ended his life after three years of madness and unbearable depression. Who am I to say he did the wrong thing?
If Ross Perot is president, he’ll be judged by how well he plays hardball with Congress. Here’s how he played hardball with me.
Through sickness and health. Texas humorist John Henry Faulk was my mentor, my idol, my friend.
All I wanted to do was photograph the running of the bulls. I never intended to risk my life.
In Texas, the cowboy boot still makes the man.
Before Dawn was caught in the terrifying grip of schizophrenia, she had been a talented jazz singer. Now her son-in-law tells her story of no place to go.
On the hundredth anniversary of San Antonio’s Fiesta, a duchess from the 1963 court still cringes at her memories of the social whirl.
Locked away in NASA’s storage vaults was some of the most glorious footage ever filmed. I thought turning it into a movie would be a snap. Ten years later I’ve revised my opinion.
Memories of the filming of ‘Giant’ in Marfa, as recalled by a fan who had the best seat in the house.
Why we are so soon parted.
Once upon a summer, children whiled away their twilight time with outdoor games like Piggy Wants a Whistle, Witch o’ Witch, and Fox Across the River.
It was the hardest decision I ever had to make. Had the time come to put my father in a nursing home?
Visitors to the Harris County Jail resign themselves to the hours they must spend waiting in line to get fifteen precious minutes with an inmate.
As much as I hated playing football, I hate watching it more.