Texas Monthly sports a brand-new look this month. The thorough resesign includes many reader-friendly changes, which were overseen by deputy editor Evan Smith, art director D. J. Stout, and associate art director Nancy McMillen. Around the State, for example was reorganized by city instead of subject, and State Fare
In the Hill Country, what was once the hallowed ranch of Walter Prescott Webb is now the sacred site of a mammoth new Hindu temple—and the home of a controversial ashram called Barsana Dham.
A year after he was ousted from the Galveston clothing company he founded, Joe Flores is designing a way to out-hip his rivals.
The death of a federal program in Amarillo shows that cutting the budget isn’t the answer to everything.
Books|
September 30, 1995
Mary Willis Walker’s mysteries aren’t exactly original, but she crafts real moments of tension. That’s why they sell so well and win so many awards.
Dome, sweet dome.
The music man.
After a decade of lab work at Baylor College of Medicine, this husband-and-wife team has solved the mystery of hyperinsulinism.
The Compaq kid.
A hunger for feeding children.
No longer judged a lightweight.
Universally appealing.
Crooning for Caddo Lake.
The prophet of ‘Doom.’
From hot sauce to hot art.
Macho fiction.
Head of the class.
Long before racial preferences were a political hot potato, these respected conservatives were bucking conventional wisdom—within their own community.
The celebrity realtor as realtor celebrity.
Give her regards to Broadway.
Preaching tolerance.
The man of the House.
In Mexico’s Sea of Cortés the bonito, tuna and dorado nearly jump into your boat. No wonder I’m hooked.
Roar of the Crowd|
August 31, 1995
A veteran filmmaker’s new documentary looks at the rich history of tejano.
If the literary novel is dead, then why is Baskerville Publishers in Dallas flourishing?
Across the state, kids are getting seriously messed up on a dirt-cheap downer from Mexico.
Religion|
August 31, 1995
With so many people attacking the Religious Right these days, being a Christian isn’t easy. But I keep the faith.
The people’s mayor.
Back in the swing.
Hollywood’s busiest slacker.
In the past twelve months they worked hard, overcame obstacles, bucked conventional wisdom, touched our lives, and—above all—demonstrated the conviction, character, and individuality that defines our state today. Presenting our second annual list of the year’s most interesting and influential Texans.
Roberts County landowners are battling to save the Ogallala Aquifer—and what remains of their agrarian past.
Behind the Lines|
August 31, 1995
When you read a Hardy Boys novel, the mystery isn’t who done it, but who wrote it.
From invention to litigation, the breast implant has done more for Houston’s economy—and its psyche—than anything since oil.
When rich Texas hostesses want to put on the biggest charity bash of the summer, where do they go? New Mexico, of course.
Texan Jerry Hall is a successful model, the mother of three healthy kids, the wife of a rich, sexy, world-famous rock star. She’s also quite refined. Or is she? Eliza Doolittle, meet your match.
Eleven years after the death of her youngest daughter, Tanya Reid sits in an Amarillo prison. Is she a murderess, or has she been railroaded by overzealous prosecutors?
The late folk artist Willard Watson was a funky fixture of Dallas’ art scene. Better known as the Texas Kid, he was famous or his courly manners, cockammy yard art in his Love Field-area home, and eye-popping, Longhourn-crowned luxury cars. Watson often collaborated with other artists; in 1976, for example,
Roar of the Crowd|
July 31, 1995
Henderson County residents and Ozarka are locked in a nasty fight over some of the best water in Texas.
Drunken boaters have turned a popular lake near Dallas into deadly waters.
By vetoing the Patient Protection Act, Gearge W. Bush put cost before care.
Jimmy LaFave’s great new CD might propel him from Austin to the big time—if that were what he wanted.
Can a suburban Dallas house-wife who suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder ever overcome her fears? She doubts it.
Sorry, Bob Dole. Austin director Robert Rodriguez’s follow-up to El Mariachi may be violent, but it’s also art.