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Missed Connections
“You were powerful, Canadian, and wearing a black jersey with an orange number 30 on it. We flirted for more than half an hour...
Fort Worth’s Monster
The premise of Beast King is that a couple of scientists who work for some unnamed secret laboratory in Fort Worth are experimenting with...
Red-demption
Did you hear the lights and sirens on Saturday? It wasn’t the fashion police en route to confiscate TCU’s new anthracite-and-red unis –– though...
The Body, The Senses
Sure, it’s easy to claim a glib knowledge of Pierre-Auguste Renoir with a recitation of his ubiquitous renditions of women boasting abundant folds of...
Ask Truman
In this column, I am open to questions, any questions, about anything. Settle a bet or a score, satisfy your curiosity, cure the ills...
No Fly Zone
Fasten your seatbelts. We’re anticipating turbulence. Last weekend, Coach Gary Patterson’s squad squandered their most winnable remaining match-up in the little apple of Manhattan,...
The New Tide
Though perhaps lost on the good people at the Amon Carter Museum of American Art, here in deep red Fort Worth, one of their...
A Mob Forms
How could I have been so naive? It’s an odd-numbered year, after all. It should have been expected, given the ups and downs the...
Both the Single Ladies
I think Jubilee Theatre’s Single Black Female would have worked better as material for an African-American woman’s standup comedy set than as a stage...
Memories Are Made of This
Circle Theatre closes its season with a world premiere, and it’s always worth noting when one of our local theater troupes is privileged enough...
