Snow on Market Street
The man on the Mabank bench first taught me that history isn’t past.
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The man on the Mabank bench first taught me that history isn’t past.
He had no home but plenty of love and respect.
I thought remote instruction during the pandemic would be the worst of it. I was wrong.
Bearing witness to stories about the death penalty in Texas.
My mom’s cooking offered comfort as my dad battled COVID-19.
Protests where I grew up–where lynchings and KKK marches have occurred in my lifetime–could signal a shift in the region long plagued by racial terror.
In the harsh post-2008 economy, builders like my father live on the road.
Forty years ago, Chicano students in Crystal City created a Bowie-inspired rock opera.
Why aren’t we going past wanting to educate MexAm children to have ordinary pride in who they are and where they’ve come from?