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I was sitting at my desk preparing to write about Abraham Quintanilla's passing when a Facebook post wishing AB Quintanilla a happy birthday stopped me cold. The algorithmic irony felt almost intentional. Birthdays and death sometimes occupy the same day. Sometimes the universe decides that the anniversary of your arrival should also mark someone else's departure. My best friend died of cancer on her daughter's birthday. My daughter Valeria lost her father on her birthday. Li

When my body turned 50, my brain apparently missed the memo. Someone should have warned me that getting older means becoming a walking contradiction. The mirror insists I've accumulated five decades of existence while my internal monologue still sounds like I'm negotiating curfew with my parents. My knees creak when I stand up from the couch, but my sense of humor hasn't matured past freshman year dormitory banter. The math isn't mathing. Society operates under this bizarre a

Case Closed - Trevino Brothers Learn Their Fate Three years after one of South Texas’s most polarizing killings, the Treviño brothers and their childhood friend Juan Eduardo Meléndez have finally learned their fate. The 2022 death of 42-year-old Gabriel Quintanilla wasn’t just another murder case for Hidalgo County—it was a reckoning. The man accused of molesting his 9-year-old stepdaughter died beaten and dumped in a McAllen field. His alleged abusers were his own stepsons.

Growing up on the border meant two lives divided by a river that never stopped flowing. Being the daughter of a father from Laredo and a mother from Garciasville, the question when I got to college—where are you from—was always complicated. When I said Garciasville, the reaction was always in awe: no way, you have your own town?! My childhood was simple and beautiful, but describing life on the outskirts of a small city in a quiet county was difficult to explain to friends in

Kamala Harris has a new book, and it’s a tell-all about 107 days of campaign carnage. I haven’t read one word of it, and I don’t need to. I already know the ending. She was never going to win. Not in 2020. Not in 2024. Not in this country. Before someone says I'm a hater, let me remind you: the back window of my SUV still has a “We’re Not Going Back” sticker clinging to the glass like a badge of survival. Kamala is my girl. I love women in politics. I worship them, even when

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On a quiet September night in 2022, Jose Luis Martinez left Franky Flav’z in Weslaco. He was heading home. Instead, he ended up dead—his face so mangled that responding officers described the skin as “hanging to the side of his head.” He was 47. The two-vehicle crash at the 1300 block of South International Boulevard was called in at 11:26 p.m. on September 29, 2022. The man charged with causing Martinez’ death was Clayton Wayne Neuhaus, a 26-year-old from Mercedes with famil

Early this morning I was in court. My case was carried over from yesterday. This happens when a judge, who is set to decide on a pre-trial issue, needs more information to make a decision. Yesterday, I stood before a state judge in Houston, Texas asking for a bond to be reinstated on my client Santiago. Santiago, or Chago, as his loved ones call him has been in custody since October 2024 on one charge. He was arrested by Harris County and taken by ICE the next day. While