From the tiny Texas town of Wrightsboro comes a pint-sized legend— The Bear Wrangler of Big Bend.
Summer heat rises Incoherent, winking, magical, The road unfurling graciously Across The Plain of Snakes. A lonely stretch, the border towns, Where shutters are closed and everyone warns, Don’t go there—you’ll die! The old man in the Nissan pays them…
A writer needs readers…Who better to vet this story than my rancher cousin, Gus! Favorite genre? Horror. Favorite author? Stephen King. A growing up story set in Big Bend might not really be his thing…Nevertheless, he’s agreed to be a beta reader.Gus has…
When John left Big Bend, putting his cowboy days behind him, he moved to Sonora with his childhood sweetheart, Virginia (the “Ginnie” of my book). There, he began raising long-haired Angora goats, his initial herd of 1,500 growing by leaps and bounds,…
Two days away from the manuscript, and that uneasy feeling starts creeping in, the tiny whisper that says, if you stop now, you’ll never get it done. Just like John, my hero, says of picking cotton, “there’s a rhythm to the work.” This is…
(A note from Anne: this post was authored by my friend and the architect for the refurbishment of Casa Piedra, Stephen B. Chambers, AIA) Built around 1900, “Casa Piedra” is an excellent example of American Queen Anne Style architecture. Prevalent…
I’m keeping a journal. I started it March 9, the day the virus showed up in my town. Each day I jot the headlines from the news, and a bit about what we’re doing at home. Evenings, I check Johns Hopkins…
I’m still experimenting with blackout poetry. Here’s one I made from today’s newsfeed. ****************************** In these long, vacant hours, we will have to learn to sit with ourselves and discover glory and meaning in stillness. Or, at the very least,…
On March 9, Dallas County announced its first Covid-19 case. ********************* Old-timers often said, “God willing,” when they announced plans. “God willing, I’ll see you Sunday, friend,” or, ” God willing, we’ll pull through all right.” Words born of uncertain…
On March 9, Dallas County announced its first Covid-19 case. Every morning since, I wake up and think: “Ok…I feel fine. At least I know I was healthy as of 14 days ago!” Having a full pantry reminds me of…
Daddy asked me to write this book. “You’ve got to do it,” he said. I was eight or nine at the time. “The story will be lost unless you write it down. People will forget. No one will have heard of John Ward, and…