The Pirate and John Rody
The streets around 501 South Calhoun make the surface of the moon look like Westover Road. The pavement is full of deep craters filled...
The State of Fort Worth Art
Inspired by the dialogue that followed “Is Art Worth It?,” a piece I recently wrote for the Weekly about the trends and general state...
Fast Times at Southwest High
With the temperature pushing 100 degrees, marching band members practiced inside the air-conditioned band hall at Southwest High School on a recent afternoon. About...
The Podcast Movement
“I’d like to thank the Academy.”
One hand nervously in his pocket, the other gripping the podium, Danny Peña looked down at a room full...
CASA: Helping Children but Needing Help
Mick Rowland first met them two years ago. A 5-year-old boy and his 7-year-old sister.
“The boy was getting abused by his dad, who wasn’t...
Writer, Interrupted
To paraphrase Steve Earle in his ode to the late, great Townes Van Zandt, what’s a poor Fort Worth boy to do?
It’s a muggy...
Saved from violence by his violin
The odds were stacked against Edinson Moreno.
Growing up in Siloe, a notorious neighborhood in the even more notorious city of Santiago de Cali, Colombia,...
P.(O)T.S.D.
Trying to move past my Iraq war experiences left me with some strange, scary thoughts. Hopelessness. Never wanting to get off the couch. Thoughts...
House (of worship) party
What’s that thing about one flap of a butterfly’s wings can alter history? By that theory, a butterfly must have flapped its wings sometime...
Arlington Police: No Justice
On a sunny October day in 2011, Paul Balson watched out the window of his Arlington home as a car with three men in...
