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Patricia Richards had no idea she was creating a tradition.

The longtime photography teacher was leading a class at El Centro Community College downtown and glanced at her calendar to notice that Nov. 22, the day President John F. Kennedy was shot, fell on a Saturday.

“I told my students, … more

It’s a small-town phenomenon: Parents raising kids on the same block where they grew up — with grandma, aunts, siblings and cousins all right around the corner. And it has been that way in small towns just about as long as anyone can recall.

But it’s also common in the … more

Promise House celebrates its 25-year anniversary this year. The Oak Cliff-based charity is the city’s only shelter for homeless and at-risk teenagers. Besides that, Promise House has eight other programs that help kids get off the streets and transition into adulthood. Promise House started as an adult Sunday school project … more

THIS MONTH, BUY A CANDLE …
 … from Shambala in the Bishop Arts District. The shop is donating 10 percent of its sales of any home fragrance item to Turner House. The Oak Cliff Society of Fine Arts is raising money for long overdue renovations to the Winnetka Heights mansion … more

My sidewalk isn’t fit for walking. How can I get it repaired?

Here’s the most important thing to remember when you want to repair a sidewalk: The City of Dallas will help you fix it, but it will not foot the entire bill. (Unless you live in a low-income area … more

Gloria Rubio and Jose Fuentes introduced much of Dallas to Salvadoran food in 1987 when they opened their first restaurant, in Oak Cliff. As Gloria’s expanded to Oak Lawn, Greenville Avenue and Addison, many Dallas diners for the first time tried handmade Salvadoran tamales and pupusas stuffed with spicy pork.

Wine writers always agonize over Thanksgiving, which I’ve never understood. They get so hung up on food pairings that they miss the point of the holiday, which is that we’re darn lucky to be able to do this.

The intruder gripped her throat and told her to stop screaming.

Michele Cox took out the trash and went back in her Kessler Park home. Entering her bedroom, she heard her door open again. Thinking the wind blew it open, she went back to close it.

“I got to the … more

It has been years since I officially left, driving down the long gravel road that led away from where I grew up.

As I left for college, that drive — my last as a permanent resident of “home” — didn’t seem momentous, but it was.

And I have been back, … more