Texas was founded by risk-takers, place-makers, and folks on the run, and their spiritual descendants are our common stock. Our heritage is not a concert for the fainthearted, but if you hear the music, you’ll want to dance.
Our search for identity is really a search for familial bonds. By our children and our parents, by our forebears and our closest friends, by the reflections of those with whom we surround ourselves, so shall you know us.
When oil and real estate boomed, a lot of Texans rode the tiger. But the beast turned, and those who weren’t devoured faced the prospect of limping back. It has been a long but not uninteresting trip.
Forty-two extraordinary tales from forty-two ordinary Texans.
Reflections and recollections of life among the shadows of the Piney Woods.
Peanut patties are red, raspas are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are pralines, pecan pie, kolaches, and seven other great Texas desserts.
As Texans’ pride of place rose with the price of oil, collectors scrambled for the few documents of the Texas Revolution. Suddenly there seemed to be plenty to go around. But no one thought to ask why.
As much as I hated playing football, I hate watching it more.
They don’t use air conditioning, they don’t drive cars, they don’t watch football—yet they dare to call themselves Texans.
Move over, Trivial Pursuit. Out of the way, Pictionary. Texas’ very own domino game is making a comeback at the age of 101.
The assignment was the chance of a lifetime to see the whole state, once and for all. At times pure pleasure and at times a feat of will, it was always and foremost a writer’s dream come true.
Growing up, I took the Panhandle’s plain nature for granted. Only after years away and a sentimental journey home did I take it to heart.
Autumn is the time when true school spirit blooms.
For team ropers on the All-Girl circuit, the true reward is the happiness of pursuit.
Call them what you will. We call them the living, breathing spirit of the Western woman. A working definition, you might say.
A crusty, cranky, curmudgeonly species of bird is proliferating within our borders. And maybe that’s good.
For eight years, I had a love affair with Houston. When the good times ended, we drifted apart. But while it lasted, we had the time of our lives.
An enticing portfolio of what makes Houston Houston.
You don’t have to be born here to qualify. The mark of a true native is an undying passion to be one.
Forget about waltzing across Texas. Let’s two-step instead.
It’s the best nickname you could have, even if you’ve never been to Texas.
It’s not quite a lie and not quite the truth. It’s a patriotic duty.
What is it that makes them dance across the desert night? A trick of physics—or something stranger?
Why are we crazy for Cadillacs, silly on Suburbans, passionate about pickups? Because Texans love their cars, that's why.
There’s a world of difference between an icehouse and a convenience store.
There’s no point in grousing about Texas’ minor shortcomings. Why not just roll up our sleeves and make it perfect once and for all?
Texans are sometimes driven to drink.
Sure it means water. It also means pride.
Most of the time you’re a nice, ordinary businessman. But for one brief, shining moment you were King Antonio, monarch of San Antonio’s Fiesta and semi-beloved ruler of the one Texas city that still loves a good king.
The air is muggy, the sky turns an eerie green, then you hear a sound like a fleet of freight trains. Beware, Texas, it’s that time of year again.
Before Six Flags, before Astroworld, there was Playland.
Texas cities are full of people who grew up in the country—and want everybody they meet to know it.
It IS whether you win. And these eight Texans are winners.
“In the League, you’ll run into a little tradition, some noblesse oblige, and a lot of talk about diets, dyslexia, designer dresses, and divorce.”
If you want big, we’ve got big. If you want small, we’ve got that, too.
Behind the pine curtain of deep East Texas is a world trapped in the past and hidden from the future: lush woods, poor whites, the descendants of slaves, and an aristocracy still breathing the rarefied air of the Old South.
If it’s Saturday night and you just got paid, you’re a fool about your money and don’t try to save—go dancing.
The pioneers who came to tame the West met their match in the land of ‘Giant.’
You’ve met the stars of stage and screen. Now meet the stars of Texas.
Meet the people who can eat, leap, kick, and talk more, better, higher, and faster than anyone else in the world.
When is a truck more than a truck?
Five states are better than one, when they’re all named Texas.
Owning a pickup is not, in itself, enough.
Being a Redneck is a lot of things, but it ain’t fun and it ain’t easy.
