Monthly Archives: October 2022

“It’s cloudy, but I don’t stink.”

You can’t go back home again, Thomas Wolfe said. I think I understand. I’m not sure what I expected of Terlingua. In my memory, it was a place of endless wonder. And now, it’s just a place. It’s not Terlingua’s … Continue reading →

“I think Georgia O’Keeffe would have liked it here.”

I’m not sure what Donald Judd was thinking when he began Marfa’s transformation into an art mecca, or the gentrification of a little town smack in the middle of nowhere. But I’m a sucker for old dogs. Whenever we come … Continue reading →

We’re driving to Marfa on one of those tiny Texas roads that stretch in a straight line to forever. I’m sound asleep, enjoying a pleasant nap while I drive, when Mo yells “TURN AROUND!” I’m scared of her, so I … Continue reading →