Fog and explosives

This past weekend, I had to the opportunity (with several hundred others) to watch a major building in Houston be turned to dust.

How I remember 9/11

I was in bed, listening to the radio.

Of newspapers, storms and whistleblowers

What a difference a decade makes.

Restoring history amidst a sea of change

I had the opportunity this weekend to visit Freedmen’s Town, the historic black community formed by newly freed slaves on the outskirts of downtown Houston, in the Fourth Ward.

A cab ride in the Crescent City

I hadn’t been in New Orleans since 2002, three years before Hurricane Katrina swept through and wrought havoc. Though I have several relatives in South Louisiana, most of my experiences here were when I was a young kid. My knowledge of the storm and its aftermath was from afar, from news accounts and my own reporting on refugees who arrived in the Houston area.