It was a year of accomplice apes, bedraggled Bugattis, Christlike Cheetos, dim-witted deli-owning Democrats, egregious errata, fatal foreplay, gun-toting golfers, heartless high school hoopsters, ignoble implants, jackass judges, killer Kims, laughingstock legislators, miniature museum mummies, nincompoop ne’er-do-wells, overwhelming odors, pandering Perry, quazy Quaids, reassuring Riddle, shameless Stanford, territorial T. Boone, useful urine, vituperative vixens, weaponized waitresses, x-alted XXX clubs, yolky yahoos, and zero-tolerance zealots.
Our natural resources are under greater threat than ever before. Meet three very different people who are doing something to save Texas. Literally.
How did a small cadre of film geeks from Austin take an outsized role in determining what you see at the multiplex on Friday night? One dismembered body at a time.
Susan Hyde’s children were constantly in and out of the hospital with one illness or another. But were they the ones who were sick?
Has it only been one year since George W. Bush left the White House? A snapshot of the forty-third president and his inner circle at the height of their power.
It took me half my life to figure out that most of what I thought I knew about J. Frank Dobie was wrong.
For too many veterans, the emotional scars of war go untreated. An innovative group of Harris County politicians, judges, attorneys, and health care workers—most of whom are veterans themselves—is aiming to fix that.
On the day my mother died, I found myself in the place that, more than any other, had defined our relationship: her closet.
The Texanist dishes up a heaping helping of fine advice.
Donny Edwards on impersonating Elvis.
Reality (TV) bites Dallas women.