A year of Arlington appellations, bedouined Bush, candied coiffures, detestable dinosaurs, effervescent executioners, fancy fertilizer, greedy Gorbachev, holy Halloweens, ignorant ichthyofauna, Japanese jokes, klipped Klingons, lottery lovebirds, medical margaritas, nude nuptials, overwhelmed ostriches, pugilistic pitchers, quashed quarterback, royal redialings, satanic Santas, titillating typos, UFO urgings, vindictive Vermonters, wanted: wives, X-citable X-orcists, yawing Yorkshires, and zapped Zarffirini.
Once, country acts made art in Austin and money in Nashville. Today each place is a lot like the other, which is why more Texas singers are heading east.
Until I house-sat there last year, I thought I knew rarefied Highland Park. To my surprise, it was much more fragile and defensive than it had seemed.
Who cares if they dress differently, act differently, and spell their names differently? Brother Dick DeGuerin and Mike DeGeurin are two of the best attorneys in Texas, and for that they can thank their mentor, legal legend Percy Foreman.
Forget what you’ve heard about Mexico City’s “urban hell.” From its well-organized workers to its highly evolved social system, it could be NAFTA’s greatest economic success story.
A Houston art exhibit juxtaposes spirit and science with family photos, Tylenol caplets, and gigantic blood cells.
Houstonian Betty Ring’s Girlhood Emboidery is a richly illustrated survey of centuries-old needlework.
How a Texas oil company took a mountain of coastal muck and created a cozy abode for whooping cranes.