Politicians pull an end-around to benefit the Cowboys.
A cold drizzle doesn’t stop Julia Burgen from climbing out of a warm pickup truck and walking along Johnson Creek in Arlington’s entertainment district, near I-30 and Collins Street, where Six Flags, Hurricane Harbor, Ameri...
A TCU-born theater group is introducing local frogs to the off-Broadway pond — and vice versa.
It wasn’t much of a stretch, when a small group of TCU drama students decided to stage a play on the Horned Frog campus seven years ago, for them to pick the name Amphibian Productions for the new theatrical entity they...
Is the governor auditioning for a new part?
Who was that guy standing on the dais in the Texas House of Representatives on Feb. 6, addressing a joint session of the Texas Legislature? The one with the Big Hair, delivering what was billed as the governor’s biennial “S...
You’ve got the whole world — or at least the lives of millions — in your cup.
In a five-bay garage tucked away in the shadow of Trinity Industries off Seminary Drive in south Fort Worth, the smells are a unique combination of grease and the heady aroma of coffee. Here, owner Marvin Rodak and his crew rep...
Global warming comes to a garden, a stream, a statehouse near you.
You wouldn’t think that small things like begonias making it through the winter could have international significance.
Kid, get back to that computer and earn some dough.
In Mr. And Mrs. Smith, Angelina Jolie plays a sexy professional adventurer, swinging through danger while never disturbing a hair on her sex-symbol head. Nice work if you can get it — but most of us can’t. We don’t get pa...
Not too long ago at the Black Dog Tavern, near the Will Rogers Memorial Center, where the annual Stock Show & Rodeo was in full swing, about 40 folks piled in to see a spoken-word poetry performance.
The only thing bigger than the Trans-Texas Corridor may be the rebellion against it.
Four thousand miles of smooth blacktop. Six open lanes of road with never a traffic jam.
His country-music raising got him started, but Waylon Payne’s talent — and his demons — drive him on.
The stereo in Waylon Payne’s 1989 Mercedes Benz is blasting “Mama, Drive On” as he barrels down a farm road west of Fort Worth. A breeze whips through the sunroof and knocks ashes off his Marlboro, but he doesn’t notice...
How Talladega Nights Explains the Year in Cinema
One of the things that makes movie-going such an enjoyably unpredictable business is that every once in a while, a lowbrow comedy tells us more about ourselves than all the self-serious Oscar-baiting epic films and self-congrat...