Washington-on-the-Brazos is a little run-down for a Texas shrine; but then, it was run-down in 1836 too.
In Texas, the fandom of the opera is surprisingly large.
A funny thing happened on the way to the gold boom.
The new Frankenstein is a horror movie. Unfortunately, it wasn’t intended to be.
How to avoid sugar at any price.
Two old Houston buildings stand in the way of what some people call progress.
A new approach to an old problem.
Godfather II is one sequel that’s as good as the original.
The unfulfilled promise of San Antonio River dining.
Some dancing schools are out of step.
There’s nothing wrong with sibling rivalry. Keep telling yourself that.
Dinner theaters offer the roar of the greasepaint and the smell of the kraut.
Awful. That’s what it was.
Both human and natural eruptions inspire some disasters, but a quietly poetic film moves the most.
In Middle Eastern cuisine, oil is something that’s mixed with chick peas.
It takes guts to fool around with pork bellies and other commodities.
A love affair that is so real it hurts; and one that hurts so much it’s unreal.
Menudo is one soup Campbell’s can forget about canning.
The costs of being sick in Texas keep going up, up, up.
Gambling and growing old, odd subjects for films, odd films for those subjects.
Some children need more help than they are likely to get.
Holiday treats from the land where Christmas is always white.
One of the few things in life that may be more than it’s cracked up to be.
In today’s market all that glitters is not gold.
Belt tightening is in order; the present credit crunch may last and last.
Blood-and-guts movies take a back seat to a film about a pushy kid on the way up.
Eating along the San Antonio River Walk is delightful or disappointing; here’s how to opt for delight.
The ins and outs of drinking tea in Texas.
The Dallas Theater Center sets sail for distant and perhaps dangerous shores.