Last month, Donavan Diaz planned as many funerals as he might have in six months pre-pandemic.
I’ve been living in my house for 31 years, and I never had a mouse in the house. Well, a few days after Thanksgiving I found a candy wrapper on the floor beneath my kitchen compactor. It was one of those Kind bars, with nuts in them. I…
Eight miles from the nearest town, our ranch felt like a sanctuary. Until it didn’t.
I’ve been employed with Austin Resource Recovery for sixteen years. I’ve always wanted to work for the city. It’s good benefits: it’s a job that a lot of people want. It’s steady, and you know it’s something that you can depend on and your family can depend on.
Unable to make her weekly appointment because of social distancing, Carlene takes her hair into her own hands.
The kids are alright, but they’re getting a little bored.
On a remote property near Terlingua, a prepper community is thriving.
There are about 2,000 migrants in the camp now. It changes every day—20 new families arrive, then 40 leave. Two months ago, the government made everyone move from the plaza—a park near the bridge—to the river bank. They were…
“I guess the pandemic didn’t exactly end my marriage. It just revealed that it no longer really existed.”…
In the face of specious medical advice and hoarding, Dallas pharmacist Emile Abdo tries to keep vital medications in stock.
Shortly after Holly Allen fell ill with COVID-19, she learned that her mother had died. At home in Fort Worth, she grieved in isolation, watching her mother’s funeral online.