Taking Austin in from the city's most iconic summit.
Midland's Tom Craddick shares a few memories from his forty-plus years in the Legislature.
In a city that loves its parties, there’s perhaps none so aesthetically significant as Two x Two for AIDS and Art, Dallas’s most cutting-edge fundraiser—and one hell of a good time.
A return to the Trinity.
All my life we’ve wanted top billing. But in the eyes of the world, we’re forever the sidekick: Dallas–Fort Worth. We’ve tried, over the years, to use that thirty-mile-long hyphen between the cities like a battering ram, deriding our rival for having fewer museums, no Bass brothers, and no sense
It’s time for Texas to get smart about its westernmost—and most ignored—city, where an old pass tracks the route of our future.
El Paso’s latest urban redevelopment scheme is one of the nation’s most far-reaching and innovative. It is also, as any resident will tell you, one of its most contentious.
Savoring an institution from 9 p.m. to 2:30 a.m.
Forty years ago I would burrow inside the nose cone of a three-story rocket slide at Album Park. Not Eastwood Park—officials have force-fed El Pasoans that name since the park opened, in 1968, but, like ketchup on hamburgers, we don’t ever use it. Peering through the steel rods that made
Segundo Barrio, with its turn-of-the-century tenement buildings and dozens of brightly colored murals, is one of the most historic neighborhoods in the country. As the first community that immigrants encounter after crossing the Rio Grande from Juárez, it is known as the Ellis Island of the border, and over the
Why the capital should rightfully be Houston, not Austin.
Modern Texas, as told through the archives of Texas Monthly.
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.
When driving down 59 after work you squint at the setting sun that glares redly in your eye, and around you the cars have become an ocean of unmoving metal, come to Hillcroft.Nothing to eat at home except what you might pull out of the freezer. Piles of bills, TV,
Activist Glenda Joe on the immigrant experience in Houston.
I used to think my hometown was a sleepy, slow-moving place where nothing much would ever happen. But forty years after I left, the city is a bustling, economically vibrant, progressive place I hardly recognize—in a good way.
A Lament on Roots, Bexar County, TX
On pecan picking, marrying a Californian, and apartment dwelling . . .
Looking ahead to our next forty years.