The city housing agency might not pass inspection.
On a treeless stretch of rolling land just north of the Riverside Drive and Berry Street intersection, four pastel-painted two-story model homes have risen from the proverbial ashes of one of the most blighted chunks of real es...
Fort Worth has scheduled a forum on how the city should spend all that gas money that’s flying around these days. So guess what the public won’t be able to talk about there: How to spend the money.
Those of you not in the journalism biz probably haven’t noticed this peculiar little ethics problem local news organizations have been dealing with for the past month.
Queries about gunshots and radar guns make county officials uneasy.
“Failure to communicate” doomed Cool Hand Luke in the 1967 movie of the same name. Now, 40 years later, a lack of communication is spelling trouble for Tarrant County Constable Clint Burgess.
The fight between liberal and conservative Episcopalians comes to Cowtown.
Nestled behind a row of trees across from the TCU soccer fields on Bellaire Drive South is a quaint limestone building with large wooden doors.
We all know the Star-Snoozagram ain’t too keen on covering Fort Worth political races these days. The soccer moms in Southlake – the North Texas readers with the most disposable time and income, and also, not incide...
Whenever Fort Worth faces any civic issue – big or small – the city council appoints a committee. This sounds good: getting citizens involved in the decision-making process. But invariably these committees spend mon...
Desiree Fairooz was once a full-time teacher. Now she spends her days protesting the war in Iraq.
Instead of standing in front of a chalkboard and explaining lessons to her students in Grand Prairie, Desiree Fairooz recently spent some time in Washington, D.C., standing in front of the office of the U.S. Speaker of the Hous...
Fort Worth neighborhoods want downtown to share the wealth.
The fluorescent panels in the basketball gym at the Martin Luther King Center on the city’s East Side threw a harsh light that bounced off the blue and white walls.
Dead heads are coming to town, but not the ones who enjoy singing “Truckin’” while smoking mari-hoochie from a Dr Pepper can and dribbling nacho cheese on their tie-dyed shirts.