Grand and Gone
“Grand Hotel … always the same. People come, people go. Nothing ever happens.” — Dr. Otternschlag in the film Grand Hotel (1932).
With West 7th...
Drawing a Line in the (Tar) Sand
It was a dreary late- September morning in the East Texas woods outside of Winnsboro, chill and drizzly. Everything was wet or damp except...
The Giant Still Sleeps
On early summer weekends this year, volunteers, mostly young and Hispanic, fanned out through the neighborhoods of southeast Fort Worth trying to convince black,...
Tech Revolution
The school building, with its weathered red brick face and ornate, buttermilk-colored trim, looms like a Gothic castle amid the modern medical offices of...
Shaking Things Up
Stop. Wait. What was that? That rumbling that just shook the foundation, ever so slightly?
In North Texas these days, that might just be a...
Low-Bidding Mental Illness
State-run mental health facilities in Texas never have an easy ride: Funding is always tight, and many of them have had problems through the...
K8 in Your Face
For nine days in mid-July, K8 Hardy was marooned. On an island. She made the best of it, taking long walks on the deserted...
Crying ‘bout the Chapel
The contentious meeting was winding down; a church official and architect were wearying after listening to neighbors vent frustrations for an hour. Fort Worth’s...
Sucking It Up
Tom B. Saunders’ family has been ranching for five generations. Surface tanks and wells provide water for the cattle and horses on the Twin...
City Life Is a Good Life, Once Again
Night Riders regulars are easy to spot. They’re the ones who get to the Chat Room by 7 p.m., early enough to drink a...
