Prada Marfa
It was summer 2009, and Mom was pining a visit with her mom, my Grandma Cruzita. So with Kurt’s blessing, the kids and I joined her, hopping on a plane headed west. The three hour drive from the airport to Grandma’s was fairly uneventful: blue skies, open, arid ranges, sprinkled with a few lowly antelopes. … More Prada Marfa