Considering the pet obituary.
In the year since my mother died, I’ve learned a lot of things—like how to spend time with my dad.
After her mother’s death, Mimi Swartz found herself getting to know her father all over again.
For as long as the U.S. military has patrolled the border in search of drug smugglers, there has been the possibility that an innocent civilian would be killed. The government insists the chance is worth taking. Tell that to the family of Ezequiel Hernandez, Jr.
While politicians and bureaucrats endlessly debate the best ways to secure our borders, undocumented immigrants are dying to get into America—literally.
My mother-in-law knew how to sew, keep an immaculate house, and dress stylishly. In short, she was nothing like the unpolished young woman who married her son. Perhaps that’s why we loved each other so much.
Fun Fun Fun Fest and its post-punk indie sound.
Eating a peanut shouldn’t be a particularly memorable experience, but for Dallasite Mona Cain and countless other allergic Americans, it’s a matter of life and death.
By pooh-poohing sentimentality and focusing on profits, Houston funeral home mogul Robert Waltrip is making a killing.
A daughter’s gruesome murder became a grieving father’s dark crusade to find her killer and thrust him into an ever-widening spotlight as an advocate for victims of violent crime.
All I wanted to do was photograph the running of the bulls. I never intended to risk my life.
In her darkest, final hours, a young mother turns to a new kind of medical care for help.
Some last words, reverent and irreverent, like Lyndon himself.