Update: My podcast formerly known as Presidio is now Borderlands, the first season of Witnessed. Listen to the Trailer (and episodes beginning Sept. 7). https://podcasts.apple.com/…/witnessed…/id1578324041… The tall-but-true tale of a charismatic outlaw, an iconic small-town sheriff, and the record-setting drug bust that ensnared them both. Set in the rugged Texas borderlands, host Rob D’Amico transports …
Regarding the Facebook Group: Stripes Report Marfa: The most accurate and up to date reports on anything Stripes in Marfa. So it began as an inside joke, for sure–a Facebook group started by a band of small-town folks to keep tabs on their local convenience store. It’s really just a place for a a handful of residents in …
Ruminating about el poncho. Why do I wear a poncho? Certainly to get attention. But that’s down around 14 on the list. Take my one of my memories: Though sweltering in a noon sun, I lay huddled under my poncho on the wooden bench outside the Mexican train station, while a squadron of black flies …
I don’t write poetry. But I did today.
Now is when the squirrels splay over center lines, their innards bubbling into their incisors.
When the din of dogs ricochets off alley walls, but no heed is paid from windows beyond.
Wading back into travel writing again. And my recent trip with my daughter–Piper–to Mexico provided a perfect opportunity to address the idea of “split vacations” for the Matador Network. Here’s a few photos from our trip that weren’t included!
Had a blast revisiting many of the trails I’ve traipsed and ridden over the years to put together a big piece for Austin Monthly. (Although I wasn’t psyched about only getting 75 words a trail!) Also got to meet and profile a top-ranked racer (Tristan Uhl) and visit with the manager of Mellow Johnny’s for …
When I was a child—oh about second grade through sixth grade—I spent most of my free time in the tree tops in a little copse in a field behind my house in Richardson, Texas. On blistery days I’d sway with branches in the bitter wind and survey the long furrows through dormant cotton fields. Suburban …
It was a chaotic time of life for us as my wife and I traded off on time spent caring for our first child and trying to work on our businesses. So as yet another hectic summer day dawned in 2002, a knock on the door sent my wife, Rebecca, scrambling to scoop up the 9-month-old Alex and shush Banjo, the Labrador Retriever barking menacingly through the window…
Dr. Phil is bald and sounds like a hick. He’s into psychotherapy in some respect. Not sure if he has a medical license and can dispense, I mean prescribe, drugs. But he’s popular on television, where he treads into his murky ways of helping people weep their way through problems, usually surrounding relationships….