River Road It’s an eleven-mile drive along River Road from our house to Avery’s school. The trip takes about thirty minutes, depending on traffic. We often drive the freeway, which shaves a good ten minutes off our time but it’s not as interesting a drive, nor as relaxed. On River Road there’s always a show: we pass a nature center read more >>

Something Else 1) “When I am on the horse, I can pretend I am not here,” the young woman says. One of the Palestinian elite, she says this inside the confines of an equestrian club. Who doesn’t know this trick of the mind, this gift of privilege, this curse? “When I come down, I am back in reality.” 2) At read more >>

Bagel Three friends are in town early morning. In a few hours two of them are heading home, flying off in separate directions, while the other drives along the country roads back to work. He’s brought his out-of-town friends to his favorite bagel place. Tucked away in a warehouse district, the joint’s made up of a long counter, a couple read more >>

Walking Lubbock Whenever Curtis and I meet we go out for a long ramble. It’s inevitable. Today he wants to show me around downtown Lubbock. It’s early fall and unseasonably cool; it has even rained a little this morning. We wear lights pants, t-shirts, sneakers, both have on backpacks filled with books and extra gear. It’s only a few suburban read more >>

Killing Time The bar opens promptly at four, the bartender dropping his cigarette and propping the door behind him. I have walked around the square twice, but still I am the first customer of the afternoon. The whiskey bar’s interior must have been carted across the Atlantic, piece by piece, including the old-fashioned ceiling: when I cross over the threshold read more >>