Jason Heid

Jan 9, 2025 | texasmonthly.com | Robyn Ross |Jason Heid

Dr. Abbé Luvale Floribert was on duty when a desperate mother brought her wounded ten-year-old son to the hospital in Kayna, a village on the eastern edge of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. The region is the epicenter of conflict among multiple rebel groups, and the hospital often sees patients with gunshot wounds. That day, the boy and his mother had been running from the fighting but had gotten caught in the cross fire.

Dec 16, 2024 | texasmonthly.com | Loren Steffy |Jason Heid

Texas has a long and complicated history with tariffs. Over its decade of existence, ending in 1846, the Republic of Texas generated more than half its income—almost $1.3 million—from import taxes. Efforts by the young nation’s lawmakers to enact new tariffs were often thwarted by presidential vetoes from the likes of Sam Houston and Anson Jones.

Nov 21, 2024 | texasmonthly.com | Loren Steffy |Jason Heid

The Texas–Texas A&M football game is back this week, after a thirteen-year hiatus. Texas Monthly, which has long covered the rivalry, rejoices in its return with a full collection of stories about the game’s history, off-the-field antics, major players, and more. Read everything here. Growing up in College Station meant a life governed by the tides. Waves of students would roll into town each August and then recede again the following May.

Nov 20, 2024 | texasmonthly.com | Russell Gold |Jason Heid

If an airplane hadn’t skidded off the runway at the old Sloulin Field International Airport in Williston, North Dakota, I wouldn’t have stumbled on Liberty Resources’ innovative drilling approach. And I wouldn’t have found myself on the phone with Liberty’s chief executive, Chris Wright, whom Donald Trump has nominated for secretary of energy. The minor aviation mishap shut down the airport, diverting my flight from Houston to Minot, two hours to the east of Williston.

Nov 19, 2024 | texasmonthly.com | Scott Dailey |Jason Heid

Orthopedic surgeon Mike Berkeley, white-haired and thin as the air here at seven thousand feet in Mexico’s Sierra Madre, waves to the guard from the Sinaloa cartel as we turn off the narrow highway and head down into the canyon, a four-hour drive from Chihuahua City. The young man, positioned in a dilapidated building high above the road, raises his AK-47 in recognition. Sunset is approaching on a spectacular fall evening.