The ofrenda we build to honor loved ones will include not only our distant past but also the very sorrow that we’re living through now.
The border city treated my family with care and invited us to find community there.
A reflection on family and home, on the heels of my parents retiring from their longtime business.
A Tyler man is feeling a little hot under the collar.
The march of progress continues on to the Texas Department of State Health Services.
Scott Catt was a single dad who held up banks to make ends meet. As his greed intensified, he knew just whom to enlist as accomplices: his kids.
If you have kids, being a caregiver to an elderly parent may feel a bit familiar.
I pore over my old cookbooks not for the recipes but for the stories they conjure.
The Sunday barbacoa luncheon was one of my family’s few traditions. Had I known what was in those tacos, it might not have been.
On 50,000 acres that they have mostly to themselves (not including their hounds, mules, horses, cattle, chickens, piglets, and parents), Jasper, Trevor, and Tanner Klein live a life almost untouched by the modern world.
I was never certain how to explain the importance of the state to my three daughters. Now that I have two grandsons—named Mason and Travis, no less—I’ve realized something that I should have known all along.
Meet Toribio Romo, the patron saint of immigrants.
Not everyone can claim to be related to a certified saint, but David Dorado Romo can. The author and El Paso native traveled to a tiny town in the Mexican state of Jalisco to learn more about his father’s second cousin, Santo Toribio Romo, and discovered some interesting things about his family—and himself—along the way.
Bolstered by his favorite phrase, my son Mark faced life with grace, dignity, and good humor. I knew he’d face death the same way.
Read a Q&A with Rick Bass.
The mud was deep and wet and cold and there was nothing to do but dig. And dig. And dig.
Brownsville’s first federal judge was a legendary figure in my house. So legendary that I never believed my father when he said he knew the man.
One more trip—would it be the last?—to Toledo Bend Reservoir with my dad.
The tragedy of the Von Erichs—the state’s first family of pro wrestling—is well known not just to fans of the sport but to the many groupies who oohed and aahed at the matinee-idol athletes over the years. Still, you haven’t really heard the story until it’s told by the sole surviving sibling, whose eldest son may be the next one to step into the ring.
Three years after her Olympic glory, the gymnast is once again in competition—only this time, it’s with her parents.
For Texas’ Kuehne kids, excelling at golf is par for the course—and the least their father will accept.
Home on the Range All over Texas, small ranchers are giving up and moving to the city. But the Stoner family of Uvalde is as determined as ever to hold on to its land—and its way of life.
Wyatt Roberts says he’s simply crusading against sin, but critics contend that the Christian activist is trying to usher in a new era in Texas: the anti-gay nineties.