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

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Art In Marfa

Growing up in small town Arkansas, I will be the first to admit that my exposure to the fine arts was very limited.  We had a set of encyclopedias (yep, this was waaay before the internet); therefore, well known paintings and sculptures by Michelangelo, Picasso, and the like were at my fingertips.  On occasion, perusing … More Art In Marfa

Marfa Mystery Lights

Spending Christmases in Marfa growing up, one would think that I would have been privy to information on one of the draws of this tiny Texas town:  the Marfa Mystery Lights. However, it was a subject that didn’t come up at the Zubiate dining table, that is, until Kurt began sharing meals there. But, once … More Marfa Mystery Lights

Marfa

There is always a heartfelt yearning this time of year to head to the first place I called home:  Marfa. It seems like only yesterday when, as newlyweds, I spent several weeks trying to sell Kurt on my wonderful idea of spending Christmas in Marfa.  The conversation started with something like, “I hate Texas,” which, … More Marfa

Flash Back Friday – What I Learned From the Dad’s In My Life

With Father’s Day around the corner, I am compelled to reflect on long ago memories of four important dads in my life. My mom’s hometown is Marfa,Texas, a small community not too far from Big Bend National Park in the southwestern part of the state.  Most every Christmas growing up, my parents would pack the … More Flash Back Friday – What I Learned From the Dad’s In My Life