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Up From the Desert

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As a child, I hunted for fossils in the Chihuahuan Desert beyond my backyard. Those afternoons shaped the way I think about my fronteriza identity today.
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Lost in Limbo in the Hays County Jail

For 45 painful, lonely days, I waited and waited to be convicted of a crime.

The cold bit through the thin wool blanket and climbed up the short sleeves of my Women of the World Poetry Slam T-shirt as I lay on the cement floor of the Hay...Read More

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The Trouble with Yoga

Why yoga studios are the new country clubs.

It was a sunny Wednesday afternoon in south College Station when I arrived for yoga class, like I had on any other Wednesday for the past three years. After bat...Read More

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Heads in the Mud

A year after Hurricane Harvey, what has the Bayou City learned?

“The people of Houston and their officials will have to decide whether they are building a great city or merely a great population.” These words, from a 192...Read More

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The Day the Windows Shook

Grappling with the damage wrought by the Texas City disaster, more than 70 years later.

We were all gathered in the auditorium of Beaumont’s Millard Elementary School when the windows began rattling, a strong enough vibration that 71 years later ...Read More

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Women’s Work

Lessons from my great-aunt, an East Texas original.

Women’s Work Lessons from my great-aunt, an East Texas original. I was a child in a magical place, in a house my father built in the piney woods of East T...Read More

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Somewhere It Hides a Well

Learning to look past borderland tropes in Presidio.

The photograph, taken in 1975, shows a long dirt road receding into blue mountains. A chain-link fence runs along the left side of the road, and on the right, a...Read More

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