You don’t have to go to the country or the zoo to see wild animals; there are lizards in downtown buildings, gators in the creeks, and deer in the parking lots.
An interpretation of a classic genre.
In my village in Oaxaca I had heard about those who made it big in El Norte, and I wanted to become one of them. But I didn’t know how hard life in Houston would be without papers, money, or a job.
The death of Uncle Henry saddened my whole far-flung family, but the gathering at his funeral was an occasion for telling stories and recalling the joys of a small-town upbringing.
Golf, glorious golf. A hook here, a slice there. So what if you can’t break a hundred. A cartful of cool, casual summer clothes will keep you looking like a million.
Houston’s career-oriented magnet schools are putting too much emphasis on work and too little on education.
Up for sale in Dallas, the Shanbaum house boasts a whopping 28,000 square feet and what may be Texas’ most comprehensive collection of sixties and seventies kitsch—along with a $2.75 million price tag.
The new work ethic.
A new study of sociologist C. Wright Mills is adequate but uninspired; this year’s Texas Institute of Letters fiction prize has gone to a fine first novel.
The fare offered by the Houston Pops Orchestra may not be highbrow, but conductor Ned Battista thinks it’s American music at its best.
You can lead a child to culture, but can you make him like it?
Amazing technicolor dreamworld.
The leaning Tower of peace, aaagh—at last we learn what the “public” in Republican stands for; how do you spell relief? D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R; parks lose out yet again.