Totally unrelated (probably) to the New York Times’ recent discovery of the source of Austin’s mojo, that is, breakfast tacos, Austin’s own Matthew Bey is hosting a taco contest. I’ll let him explain. I can’t play, seeing how I know Matthew and all, and that would be a conflict of Read more…
One by one Adhar and his brothers turned to look at her as she came up the road to the forge, leading Hotshot, saddled and bridled, her pack of provisions tied tightly behind the compact English saddle and herself dressed for a journey in her sturdy jeans, heavy hiking boots, Read more…
Spring has come to Austin. The plum (or peach, but I think it’s plum and it never bears fruit anyway) is resplendent. I am going to sound like Anne of Green Gables, but it’s like the tree is wearing her finest raiment. If I were 12 and an orphan, I’d Read more…