A Story of Courage, From One of Our Own
The subject line was “The Guadalupe.” The time stamp was Saturday, July 5, at 7:57 a.m. The sender was senior editor Aaron Parsley. “I don’t have a phone or a laptop but I’m home in Austin ...
“The River House Broke. We Rushed in the River.”
Rosemary, the four-year-old, woke up first. She told my brother-in-law, Lance, that there was something on the roof.Seven of us were at my family’s river house on the Guadalupe, between Ingram and H...
Crider’s Will Ride Again
The Tuesday after the Guadalupe River flooded the tiny Hill Country town of Hunt, Megan Bruinsma took a break from clearing out the arena at Crider’s Rodeo and Dancehall. She gently picked a blue T-...
Remembering My Friend Paulette Jiles
In her poem “Driving at Night to Uvalde,” Paulette Jiles wrote of seeing a freight train’s lights through a windshield and being caught up in the moment when “everything is radiant, electrifie...