No disposable containers on the river? No problem.
An Amarillo man wants to make sure that his Mustang Island getaway won't go up in smoke.
A Baylor Bears fan is conflicted about what he should do if TCU goes to a bowl game.
A Houstonian turned New Yorker’s company is relocating him to small-town West Texas. If life were a sitcom, that would be pretty funny.
A Central Texas mom tries to strike a balance between innocent summertime fun and her worst slithering, venomous nightmare.
A Plano couple is feuding over what kind of bread product should encase a hot link.
A Yankee in exile misses the old days of playing air hockey and breathing in musty odors.
A Katy man is feeling awfully prickly about this botanical fallacy.
An Abilene man wants to know what our brew-lovin' columnist thinks of the mania for newfangled Texas ales.
A New York man wants to know everything there is to know about Texas toast.
A Dallas man who grew up in East Texas isn't sure his home region actually exists.
A Kaufman man vacationing in the Volunteer State hears a claim about the Texas flag that just can't be true. Can it?
An Odessa woman is still working her way through her private Dublin stash.
An irate truck owner may need to take a long, hard look in the rearview mirror.
An El Paso man thinks he's got a good candidate for Texas History Month. Is he right? Yes, but . . .
A New Braunfels man thinks that Texas's oldest dance hall deserves a little more respect.
A Wichita Man is Curious About Our Occasional Habit of Jumping a Highway Ditch.
In the midst of a cold, wet winter, an Abilene woman longs for the dog days of August.
A Texas Tech undergrad makes the case for the breakfast taco's not-so-poor relation.
A 39-year resident of Houston is gearing up for his first experience of the greatest road trip Texas has to offer.
A California transplant wonders if the Texas Rangers exist only on the small screen.
A Flatonia man thinks Tim McGraw can afford a better looking cowboy hat
A dedicated carnivore wonders how to handle his wife's request to lead a meat-free existence in 2018.
A Dallasite wonders how something so tasty, so filling, and so pre-Christian came to be a holiday staple.
A San Antonio woman smells trouble.
A Dallas man wonders why one good finger doesn't deserve another.
An Austinite misses the beach, but doesn't want to be a bother.
A Tyler man is feeling a little hot under the collar.
A West Texas native wonders if umbrellas are for sissies.
The Texanist advises a person who wants to pass off professionally cooked briskets as homemade.
How to handle the zit-sized pustule that those evil little @$*!%*#@%&!s leave behind.
Menudo for the crudo.
A truck-driving woman meets a Jetta owner at a Ray Wylie Hubbard concert.
The Texanist generously shares his world-famous dove recipe.
We lost a lot. But there are some things we’ll never lose. Texas will be okay.
It's known as "the Texas stop sign," but can the Illinois chain really claim the Lone Star State?
Several of my colleagues have pointed out that tucking your jeans into your boots looks ridiculous. I disagree.
The Texanist addresses contentious BYOMeat gatherings.
A New Yorker thinking about moving to Austin says one thing is holding her back: flies. The Texanist weighs in.
Has the old-fashioned beer joint given way to noisy sports bars?
And the proper placement of horseshoes over doorways for the best good luck.
Can you really overdo Tex-Mex? And how to cope with lowdown bleeping tackle crooks.
Come and celebrate It.
Gambling on a ride aboard the Aransas Queen.
It’s time someone had the courage to ask the most controversial question in the state: To bean or not to bean?
Forty years ago I built forts on Bird Creek, raced at the roller rink, and watched my dad run for mayor of Temple.
Why tailgating with my family and friends (and a million other fans) is my favorite part of college football.
Welcome to Camp Honey Creek for girls, where the years tick by but time stands still.
Our estimable advice columnist answers this burning question: What’s it like to be the Texanist?
What Jack Unruh meant to me.