Perilously Plump

Apr 1, 2002 By Jim Atkinson

Texans love to say that everything’s bigger here, but when it comes to the waistlines in one in four of our largest cities, that’s nothing to brag about.

Kid Gloves

Mar 1, 2002 By Jan Reid

Growing up in Wichita Falls, I was a skinny kid with buckteeth and a girl's name, so I got into my share of fights. To improve my odd's of winning-and turn my anger and fear into bravery and skill-I learned to box.

’Night, Mother

Jul 31, 1999 By Spike Gillespie

There’s always at least one man in my life: my eight-year-old son, Henry. Sometimes, however, there are two, and that’s when things get complicated.