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One year (okay, two days) of livin’ la vida locavore.
One year (okay, two days) of livin’ la vida locavore.
What it used to be like to cross the border.
What part of “demography is destiny” does Texas not get?
There’s no stopping the skyrocketing growth of San Antonio—until recently the Land That Time Forgot—and there’s no going back.
How Houston’s rich got to be the same as you and me—that is, boring.
Suburban mom seeks motorcycle jacket.
Exit George W. Bush. Enter . . . change.
My adventures with Mr. Brown.
When I ran for governor, I saw firsthand everything that was wrong with our state’s political system. That’s why I know how to fix it.
What Dallas has in common with Beijing—and why their shared vision of the twenty-first-century world must carry the day.
The effortless goodwill of my high school reunion weekend.
Space, time, and Donald Judd reconsidered.
I was a server at Pappasito’s for a week. It felt like a lifetime.
What the double-breasted buffoons in today’s broadcast booths can learn from a legend of the game.
Karl Rove’s mixed legacy.
Near the end of his sophisticated, stimulating life, my father played with toy trains. It was a hobby none of us could understand.
How the owner of the first shopping center in Austin is destroying it—one banned candy bar at a time.
Don’t bet against Tom Craddick.
In the ninth-largest city in America, boring is the new exciting.
Where the great silent majority is taking politics, here and elsewhere.
Texas Southern University’s missed opportunity.
Let’s go to the science fair!
Since 2002, Palo Duro Canyon State Park has grown from about 16,000 acres to more than 26,000. That’s a good start.
What to do about those controversial statues on the University of Texas at Austin campus.
The Best and Worst list explained.
I subject myself to yet another seminal Texas experience: the hunt.
Why I have James Salter—and Andypants—to thank for my new tattoo.
What the late LBJ confidant Jack Valenti remembered about the longest day of his life.
A liberal newspaperman in George W. Bush’s backyard.
How Ric Williamson became public enemy number one.
My instructor is a Flabbo Nazi, and other tales from the aerobics wars.
The argument in favor of vitamins goes like this: “Don’t ask us why or how they work. We know. Have faith.” Well, I don’t.
Mary Alice Cisneros loved, honored, and cherished Henry’s political career. Now it’s her turn.
Ruth. Gehrig. Mantle. Jeter. Ohlendorf? All of Austin, and Texas, is waiting to see if one of the newest New York Yankees earns his ’stripes.
Bill Zedler’s plan to keep me married—forever.
We stand alone among the fifty states in our refusal to legitimize a proven method of disease prevention: needle exchange for drug users. It’s time to change that.
Why I love Ray Price (and you should too).
Remember all that talk of tipping the balance of history on a fulcrum of those “Texas values” everyone was crowing about?
Our weak governor asserts his strength.
Getting in touch with my inner bargain hunter.
Why an iconic sporting-goods company survived a devastating fire.
It’s the best thing Jerry Jones could do for the Cowboys.
The real reason to worry about the Bush library.
My short, happy life as a poker player.
In the high-tech, test-obsessed world of modern medicine, percussion is fast becoming a lost art, and that’s bad for both patients and doctors.
You didn’t think the fight over Austin’s Las Manitas was about a restaurant, did you?
The wild and woolly Speaker’s race.
The absurdity of the college visit (and why you should leave your kids at home).
Just a few years after nearly being written off the map, the region has become a roaring engine of growth and social transformation.
What the Hispanic vote tells us.