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Rolling Stone
Vulture
Texas Monthly
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Celebrating Selena Cover Package
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The Texan Who Saved The Beatles
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Mickey Guyton Was Ready to Quit Music. Now She's Performing at the Super Bowl.
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A Love Letter to Lizzo: How the Houston-Raised Musician Made a Name for Herself
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The Chart-Topping Songs of Disney’s ‘Encanto’ Give Latino Families a Voice
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In Her New Album, Kacey Musgraves Pieces Her Heart Back Together
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Olivia Rodrigo Proves She’s the Real Thing
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The Highwomen Are the Best Thing in Country Right Now
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Everything We Know About the Boat in ‘Gaslighter,’ the New Chicks Song
Teen Vogue
Paper Magazine
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Vulture
Rolling Stone
Variety
GQ
Elle
Slate
Texas Monthly
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Only Murders in the Building’ Sends Up Our True-Crime Obsession
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Matthew McConaughey’s Memoir Doesn’t Dispel His Own Mythology—But Does Challenge It
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‘What We Leave Behind’ Was the Surprise Masterpiece of SXSW
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‘Marry Me’ Is a Fun, Ridiculous Revival of the Big Budget Rom-Com
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Mija Captures the Beauty and Pressure of Life as a First-generation Daughter
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Selena Deserves More Than Netflix Kitsch
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Shangela, the Texan Drag Superstar, Draws From Her Paris Upbringing in a New HBO Series
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Nava Mau Shines (and Subverts Stereotypes) on HBO’s ‘Genera+ion’
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Chris Harrison Was Part of the Bachelor Franchise’s Problem
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A New Documentary Exposes the Dark Truth of a West Texas Massacre
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Inside the Futuristic Set of the Most Expensive Film Ever Shot in Texas
essays/features
Features
I was six years old the first time I heard about my grandfather’s encounter with the devil. The two met in 1945 near Anáhuac, Nuevo León, Mexico, about an hour southwest of Laredo. My grandpa was sixteen, playing poker with his cousin at a small bar out in the country, when a handsome, well-dressed stranger strolled into the room. He was tall and thin, sporting a crisp white shirt, black pants, and matching black boots. Immediately, for reasons my grandpa never fully understood, he suspected that this man was Satan.
Remembering my grandpa, who soothed wild beasts—and played poker with the devil.
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When Your Mother Is a Ghost Hunter
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In the Shadow of the Border Wall, Rio Grande Valley ‘Dragtivists’ Fight for Equality
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Honoring My Loved Ones on Día de los Muertos
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Through a Historic Trail Ride, Black Cowboys and Cowgirls Take Ownership of Their Role in History
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Why Droves of Pilgrims Trek to This Tree in South Texas Every Year
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How the Country’s First Latino Homicide Squad Transformed Houston Policing—At Least for a While
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Simone Biles Doesn’t Owe Us Anything
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Henry Cuellar’s Constituents Are Restless, But Are They Ready for AOC Ally Jessica Cisneros?
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Ode to the Paleta, a Texas Summer Staple
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Austin Restaurant Nixta Honors Mexican Culinary Traditions Through Punchy Fermented Drinks
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Reading Selena’s Father’s Memoir Is an Exercise in Empathy
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‘We can’t go back’: Fleeing violence, pregnant refugees await their fate
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An East Texas Freedom Colony Looks to the Future—and Reckons With Its Losses
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Recently Released Asylum Seekers Talk About Detention During the COVID-19 Pandemic
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The Angry Tías y Abuelas Are Feeding and Fighting for Asylum Seekers at the Border
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How Teenagers Are Using Their Quinceañeras to Boost the Latinx Vote in Texas
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