Fires, tornadoes, drought, and now a hurricane. It has been a rough time for our Lone Star State. I felt like she needed a love letter. Early in the year, fires in the panhandle had trucks come up the highways and interstates providing assistance to panhandle families who had lost family, herds, fences, and feed. Now, in the wake of Harvey, those trucks have been turned around, and the Panhandle sends them back full to the coastal families who now find themselves in need. (Our mamas taught us you never return a dish empty.) Our hearts ache for our fellow Texans on the coast. We know too well the feeling of loss. Regardless of the challenges ahead of us, we Texans generally manage to rise to the occasion. We don't have time to worry about those things that really don't matter. We have a job to do. I'm proud of my state and her residents. Those of us who trace our lineage back to the very founding of this Great State have had it bred into us: True Texans w
The always random, occasionally complex, often confounded commentary and narrative of one West Texas woman's life.