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The other day, as I paddled the San Marcos River, I looked up in the sky and saw a horse charging through the clouds. I didn’t mention the illusion to my paddle partner, but he probably saw something else in the white puffs skidding across the sky. Everybody sees...

My husband came within a second of getting hit by a truck this morning, as I watched. It all unfolded in slow motion in front of me, a flurry of screeching brakes, streaking vehicles and screams. We were biking to swim practice at Western Hills Athletic Club at about...

Tiny wooden gavels in hand and elaborate hand-sewn collars around their necks, a group of runners dressed in black made their way through downtown Austin this morning. The women, the word VOTE printed in white across the back of their shirts, made two laps around the...

I’ve been eyeballing a leaning tree in the San Marcos River for the past few months. Someone nailed a couple of boards along its backbone, and I’ve been tempted to stop and climb it each time I paddled past. Honestly, it looked a little scary, so I never made the time...