An exclusive excerpt from Domingo Martinez’s new memoir, “My Heart Is a Drunken Compass,” in which a drink is always close at hand and the battle against the bottle is never fully won.
Brittany Norwood, a twenty-year-old undergrad at the University of Houston who claims she is pregnant with the Texans' running back's baby, is taking him to court in pursuit of a restraining order and accusing him of pressuring her to have an abortion.
A federal lawsuit filed by Dr. Glen Hurlston claims that the former chief of police in Princeton, Texas—who currently holds that role in the Austin suburb of Kyle—and several of his fellow officers harassed him while the chief had an affair with his wife.
Two couples are suing in federal court to overturn the gay marriage ban in Texas, while two others are taking to the state's Supreme Court for the state to grant them a divorce. Between the four cases, the ban on gay marriage in Texas could meet its end.
This week, after announcing yet another new tactic to curb domestic violence in the city, it's clear that Dallas's efforts could become a blueprint for other communities wanting to focus on this issue.
Denton's Children's Advocacy Center declined a check from an organization called Tattooed Hippie Pirate Mamas, which raised the money by selling a pinup calendar of its members. Was that the right decision?
Q: My twelve-year-old daughter is a complete and unashamed tomboy. She hunts with me, fishes with me, and throws the football with me. Wouldn’t be caught dead in a dress. I love every second of it, but her mother thinks it’s come time for her to drop some of these boyish
Two Texas cities landed on the 2012 list of the most "cheatingest" in America, according to an online dating service that facilitates extramarital affairs.
Forty years (and more) of the exuberant, eclectic neighborhood where I was born, grew as a writer, and found inspiration for the early pages of this magazine.
I was thrilled when my daughter began learning a second language at day care. But what was I supposed to do when my three-year-old started engaging in conversations I couldn’t understand?
. . . from teaching my fifteen-year-old daughter about her Texas roots. So when I realized I was failing to accomplish this most sacred of duties, I did what any well-meaning parent would do: loaded her (and her friends, of course) into the car and hit the road.
Today my grandfather is buried in a family plot in Laredo. But to understand who he was and what his family was like, you have to know the story of his first burial, seventy miles away and nearly twenty years earlier.
Is she a “saccharine phony”? A closet liberal? A foot soldier—or a rebel—in the culture wars? The truth about Laura Bush is that her ambiguity makes her a model first lady: a blank screen upon which the public can project its own ideas about womanhood.
For all her talent and poise, Beyoncé didn't become the biggest star in the world without help. And she got plenty of it from the people who know her best.
Every family has its myths. Some are intended to reveal, and some are intended to conceal, and sometimes the intentions can get confused. The problem with myth, however, is that it can overpower history. That’s what happened in the case of my father, who died when I was four. Only
My mother-in-law knew how to sew, keep an immaculate house, and dress stylishly. In short, she was nothing like the unpolished young woman who married her son. Perhaps that’s why we loved each other so much.
As a kid I was the pickiest eater you have ever seen, and family meals gave new meaning to the words “food fight.” But I gritted my teeth and overcame it—one disgusting tomato at a time.
About halfway between our cities of residence, Houston and Austin respectively, my dad and I meet in a little restaurant named Schobels. They mostly serve chicken-fried items and other southern dishes. The waitresses, high school girls who wear too much makeup and never seem to remember the beer selection, call
I’ve read more articles on overscheduled children than I care to count, and I like to think that I’m very in tune with trying to balance school, free play, and scheduled activities. But am I?
