God Help Her
How Madalyn Murray O’Hair became the supreme being of the American atheist movement.
How Madalyn Murray O’Hair became the supreme being of the American atheist movement.
Visitors to the Harris County Jail resign themselves to the hours they must spend waiting in line to get fifteen precious minutes with an inmate.
What kind of woman gets her own skin-care company, a place in Nouvelle Society, and the second-most-eligible bachelor in the world? Meet Georgette Mosbacher.
In Dallas, people call the new superintendent of schools the Messiah. Now all Marvin Edwards has to do is prove they’re right.
One man’s obsession with kicking Perrier in the derriere.
What happens when ordinary people put on extraordinary clothes?
Now that he’s got it, what does Ross Perot plan to do with it?
One day in 1962 Ross Perot read Thoreau’s insight that the “mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” The country hasn’t been the same since.
The resurrection of a former “see-through” office building. How a land developer diversified—into Jaguars. And secrets of the “vultures” who buy up, fix up, and fill up troubled Houston apartments.
Cool, clear, and pure, it’s the bounty of the Edwards Aquifer, and if something isn’t done to limit pumping by Hill Country farmers and a thirsty San Antonio, it may also be dry.
Though the leaders of Mexico’s revolution all lived short and violent lives, a handful of those who rode with them have survived to a ripe old age in Texas.
An entrepreneur captures customers in public rest rooms. A high-tech plant moves from oil to medicine. Space and biomedical manufacturing are finally off the drawing boards. And a former union boss becomes a bingo mogul.
Engineer Saba Haregot’s love affair with Houston (it’s not just all those job offers). How natural gas is helping to reinflate the economy. And a shuttered plant that tempers oil pipe opens up.
This story is from Texas Monthly’s archives. We have left the text as it was originally published to maintain a clear historical record. Read more here about our archive digitization project. Once Texans thought the boom would never end. Then they thought the bust would
Godzilla lives! Just ask any Texas collector of Japanese action figures.
When crack comes to a neighborhood, it infiltrates, it corrupts, and it destroys—and there is nothing the cops can do about it.
Heloise, America’s best-known homemaker, has a dirty little secret: she hates to clean house. If you hate it too, she’s convinced that you need her more than ever.
How the Pentagon really works, as told by a Texan who tried to make it work a little differently.
Not your run-of-the-mill pickers and singers, these performers are determined to carve out new territory.
As Nashville pandered to the lowest common denominator, Texans found a new audience hungry for old traditions.
Eighteen years after their Senate race determined the course of Texas politics, their rivalry may determine the course of national politics.
How did bluebonnets and cacti get that glazed look?
As much as I hated playing football, I hate watching it more.
You pay for interest, gas, oil, repairs, and insurance. I pay for shoe leather.
It’s this simple: people’s teeth should not chatter in the summer.
A kindergarten teacher tells what she learned in school.
Let there be light, but leave us in the dark. Long before Ozona knew about ozone, Texans were inventing scads of ways to hide from rays.
Get hip to zydeco, the born-on-the-bayou sound with the accordion accent. Ready for it red hot? Check out a Saturday-night church dance in Houston.
Heat + pressure + yttrium + a politically savvy University of Houston physicist = a formula to change the world.
The congressional investigation that is focusing on Speaker Jim Wright’s ethics is missing the real problem —his judgment.
Fire ants are on a relentless march across Texas, maiming, devouring, and stinging the living daylights out of everything in their path. We’ve tried to stop them, and it has only made them stronger.
You see them on TV, adorable youngsters asking to be adopted. But the dreadful odyssey of the Wednesday’s Child rarely has a made-for-television happy ending.
Seven Central Texas caves put on the summer’s best rock show.
With these lively Mexican skirts, what goes around comes around.
Yes, it’s muddy, it’s treacherous, and it smells bad enough to gag a skunk; but it’s also the only thing between us and Oklahoma.
A tiger, a zoo, a terrifying death.
Attention, tightwads! Act now! Suits to nuts—the big bang for the little buck! Check out our supersavin’, dollar-bustin’ bible of buys! Everything must go! (Offer available in Texas only.)
On the eve of the Mexican elections, the country’s dwindling middle class prefers fatalism to Fabianism.
A salute to Texas athletes trying young: seven hearts set on the Summer Olympics.
She started out as a wide-eyed Waco cowgirl and ended up a New York speakeasy queen.
Why is it that your favorite item in every antique store is bound to be the one thing that money can’t buy?
A wet year followed by a dry one made for one hellacious brush with disaster in the ranchlands of West Texas.
Times are rotten for refineries.
Once an oil-field service boomtown, Alice doesn’t live well anymore.
Despite all the mewling from the oil patch, there are still ways to make money at $15 a barrel. Here’s our guide to surviving the terrible teens.
The assignment was the chance of a lifetime to see the whole state, once and for all. At times pure pleasure and at times a feat of will, it was always and foremost a writer’s dream come true.
For years Jamail’s was the queen of Houston grocery stores. Now the Jamail family is at odds, and two rival chains are getting ready for a major food fight.
As the president of Texas’ largest private grocery chain, Charles Butt learned that in order to be nice to his customers he had to be tough on his competitors. And vice versa.
Up in the sky, it’s a plane, it’s a helicopter—no, it’s a tiltrotor, the Texas hybrid that will soon revolutionize air travel.
Descendants of famous Texans like Sam Houston and Davy Crockett don’t even try to fill their forefathers’ shoes. They just do their best to keep them polished.