The Passive-Aggressive Hurricane Move

3:22 a.m. We'd collapsed into sheets the texture of sandpaper some few hours before, and I briefly woke. Blanca woke with me, so I stroked her head and down she dropped back to sleep and so did I.... for about three seconds until something skittered across my arm. With a shout and a leap I …

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Weekend Coffee Share: Mesquite and Salsa Edition

If we were having coffee, I'd probably be going back and forth between nervous chatter over my news, and wall-eyed, silent panic over everything it means for the immediate future. Over our first cup, I would wonder if you've grown up hearing this expression, "Careful what you ask for, you just may get it," the …

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Texas: Popping Up and Being Awesome

My senior year of high school, I dated a boy named Robert. He was an unlikely candidate for the job, actually, but in the weeks preceding our first actual date, wherever I was, he just kept popping up, being awesome. For some time now I have realized that, like Robert so many years ago, Texas …

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