The noble—and Nobel—efforts of a Houston pharmacology professor could someday help in the treatment of cancer.
Can Al Lipscomb survive both the ballot box and the jury box?
You can’t call it a Texas disease, but meningococcemia—a blood-borne form of meningitis—afflicts a fair number of the state’s children. And if the FDA will let him, a Dallas pediatrician thinks he can treat it.
If your family has a history of cancer, are you doomed? Even though many of his relatives—including his famous father—succumbed to the disease, Mickey Mantle, Jr., didn’t think so. Then he got sick.
If you had a blood transfusion before 1992 or have ever shared a needle, you could have hepatitis C. You may feel fine, but it could be killing you.
Even if you’re not, many Texans are: Sex Addicts Anonymous has 61 chapters across the state, tending to the tattered psyches of exhibitionists and other tormented souls.
An anxious, alcoholic, stressed, and depressed Dallasite. A suicidal San Antonian. For each, a seemingly visionary treatment.
Cash-poor PBS stations can’t seem to come up with innovative new ideas, so they ought to resurrect an innovative old one: Newsroom, the best local public- affairs program in Texas history.
Smoking out the truth.
Eating a peanut shouldn’t be a particularly memorable experience, but for Dallasite Mona Cain and countless other allergic Americans, it’s a matter of life and death.
Itchy eyes, sore throat, runny nose: It must be allergy season. But what causes allergies? How do you pick a doctor? And what’s the best treatment? An in-depth look at an affliction that’s nothing to sneeze at.
At the Texas Woman’s University Aphasia Center in Dallas, a promising new treatment is helping stroke victims learn to read, write, and speak again.
Today students at Southwestern Medical School in Dallas are expected to master more hard-core science than ever before. Yet after graduation, they’ll have to keep studying, and be counselors and business experts too. A hard look at the way we teach our doctors—and why it has had to change.
Now that the crack epidemic has leveled off and gang violence is down, urban Texas is being terrorized by a new type of criminal: the superpredator. He murders without motive, feels no remorse, and worst of all, seldom gets caught.
What could drive a suburban housewife to murder? The bizarre cases of Rowlett’s Darlie Routier and Fairview’s Candy Montgomery hint at the answer, and it may be closer to home than we’d like to think.
Vertigo isn’t just the stuff of Hitchcock thrillers—it’s a debilitating disease, as Dallas radio talk show host Kevin McCarthy found out the hard way.
“Michael Jackson’s disease” sounds like a punch line, but the pigment-robbing skin disorder is no joke. Just ask Dallas County commissioner John Wiley Price.
You might say Tarek Souryal is the most important Dallas Maverick: He doesn’t score or rebound, but he reconstructs million-dollar ankles and knees, and that makes him a real team player.
For reformers of the nations health-care system, ground zero may be Dallas’ Parkland Memorial Hospital, where the crush of uninsured patients with non-urgent complaints is affecting everyone’s care.
Can a suburban Dallas house-wife who suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder ever overcome her fears? She doubts it.
Without constant care, victims of an obscure genetic disorder would eat themselves to death.
When Dallas sleep doctors cured Tommy Atkins’ snoring probelm, they probably saved his life.
When diesel fumes, power lines, and even his wedding ring made a Dallas man faint, he knew he had a big problem.
A Dallas clinic offers hope to pain patients, treating chronic suffering not as a symptom but as a disease itself.
With an early flu season and the emergence of deadly diseases this summer, our good health is under siege.
A year after a grand mal seizure left me convulsing on the floor, I’m still finding my way back into everyday life.
You probably think that the main reason to go to the Texas Rangers’ Florida training camp is to watch baseball. You’re probably wrong.
When crack comes to a neighborhood, it infiltrates, it corrupts, and it destroys—and there is nothing the cops can do about it.
Dallas lawyers Arlen Bynum and John Collins are personal friends and profession foes. They get a kick out of both roles.
Time-honored Texas rituals.
Time-honored Texas rituals by Paul Burka,
A crusty, cranky, curmudgeonly species of bird is proliferating within our borders. And maybe that’s good.
Bail bonding is one Texas business that’s recession proof.
Dallas cracks the whip on weeds and litter.
The cure for San Antonio’s inner-city malaise may be worse than the disease.
Buckle up for your own safety—and save $35.
The Dallas movie board is antiquated and eccentric, like a wacky uncle.
The DA in El Paso may do a lot of things, but there’s one thing he doesn’t do—plea-bargain.
Look into the Houston sky—those helicopters are full of commuters who are having fun.
The Dallas Citizens Council has a new look, but it’s singing the same old tune.
A dog’s best friend?
You have to wonder if guys like San Antonio’s C. A. Stubbs aren’t the future of urban politics.
Darrell Royal’s supremely simple invention took Texas teams to the top and kept them there.
The maddest crowd in town? The incensed citizens at the Dallas Auto Pound who have to shell out for the privilege of reclaiming their towed vehicles.
A question of honor in San Antonio; Christian harmony in Dallas; a wage dispute in Houston.
It doesn’t matter whether you’re a developer with a million-dollar idea or a homeowner with a yen to remodel. You can’t bend any rule at all without approval from the Board of Adjustment.
Houston police chief Lee Brown is doing things right; crime is down, public approval is up.
Street barricading in Dallas.
When five-year-old Christi Meeks disappeared and the police couldn’t find her, her father turned to Bill Dear, one of the most controversial private detectives in Texas.
Selling crime self-help devices has become a booming business. But do any of these gadgets really make us safer?