Austin does not exist.
by Paul Geller
The Austin I know, the qualities that make it different from other cities across America, they're all part of an old, collective dream. But dreams are volatile, they can be imagined elsewhere. That's why the Austin I know does not really exist.

Growing Pains by Susanne Gross
Since childhood I have been plagued by the gift of growing pains. Whenever I physically overexerted myself, as evening would fall, the slow and creeping growing pains would wake and spread like warm fire throughout my legs and rest in the space between my mid thigh and mid calf. Its low and achy throb would center itself in my knees, radiate outward and force me to lie still until it passed on through and decided to go away. Since I was easily tired out, I remember many nights of crying myself into a semi-unconscious sleep.

Image Of Mom Answers Should I / Shouldn't I by Kelli Ford
Disclaimer: Just because I missed Mothers Day does not mean I am taking this opportunity to re-win my best-daughter-in-the-world points....Honest.

Java, Guilt and Elitism: Curiosity in the First Draft of an Examination of Coffeehouse Aesthetic by Maria Rios
Coffeehouses are the sketchpads of verbal aesthetic, the site of transformation of ideas conceived in a womb of dim lights and wooden, sound-graffittied walls. However, as intellectually nurturing as these places are for conversation, music or litera, I find that if my eyes linger for too long on any of the walls, chances are that I'll interrupt any utterance with a viscerally interjected, "Damn, this art sucks!"