Forget wine cellars, trend is now luxurious suites for dogs.
Letting kids explore is a valuable, difficult part of parenting.
Speedway was never ugly, simply loathsome
I lived in the desert five decades before I saw my first rattlesnake not behind glass — one up close and all too personal.
The Sunday Evening Forum, the go-to speaker series for generations of Tucson families, returns March 30, adding to the mix of new buildings, new restaurants and the modern streetcar making downtown a destination again.
In a 1992 news article, Star columnist Bonnie Henry recalled her experience as a staff member who accompanied Shirley Temple Black for a an appearance at the Star's Book & Author event in 1988.
Friday, Nov. 22, 1963: University of Arizona classes were over for the morning and I was driving to lunch at the Alpha Phi house, a sorority I had pledged as a freshman two months earlier.
Where do they come up with these studies? The latest to be bandied about asserts that we are happiest at age 23 and again when we reach 69.
Garbo said it best: "I vant to be alone." Good luck with that in today's overconnected world - both for movie stars and ordinary folk.
OK, so it's all out there. My emails, my phone calls, my ceaseless surfing on the Internet.
Just about every day now, I send up a silent hosanna along the likes of: "Thank you, Oh Great One, for allowing me to raise my children before texting, sexting, Facebook, rap music and 'Gangnam Style.' " To that I must now add, "the exorbitant admission price for theme parks."
Some took a bullet for the children. Months later, others would shield them with their own bodies under an avalanche of brick and lumber. They were the first of the first responders: the teachers of Newtown, Conn., and, later, Moore, Okla.
Think flying with a squalling child in the seat next to you is hell? Try flying with a goat. Or maybe a monkey. Could happen, thanks to the animal's status as a certified emotional-support animal, or ESA, as it's known in the lingo.
Hey, I put my new shoes on - thanks to what may be a dying breed.
It is a great, gnarly beast, its roots burrowing deep beneath the caliche, its boughs reaching up to the heavens.
OK class, today's math problem is: Joe is buying a bottle of water that costs $1.97, total. He gives the clerk a five-dollar bill. Joe's correct change should be:
I'm a drip. So are you, and you, and all you multitudes of miserable souls who dare not stop to smell the roses, lest your nasal passages begin to hydrate in some socially unacceptable way.
If you are reading this without first having to remember a password, congratulations - and may the printed word never die.
Just about every day I give thanks that I am no longer the mother of teenagers.
Some time back - OK, it was 20 years ago - a couple of researchers posited, as researchers are prone to do, that dogs can and do bark "at everything and nothing, anytime of the day or night."