No magic wand helps us pay more attention to what’s at hand.
Call for appropriate policing isn't a sign of disrespect.
Day for gratitude for our plenty and sharing with whomever, we can.
Gram didn't mince words, and I miss her.
If you want change, you must find ways to work for it.
Evaluate the candidates and answer the question with your vote.
Bad weather shows God is against same-sex nuptials, he says.
Whitney Houston lyrics are not an education policy.
What's said on radio doesn't stay on radio.
Few understand the high cost of gun violence.
Put yourself in another person's shoes.
There were so many reasons to boot this pair of professional opportunists.
Don't like the tea party? Vote in the primary.
Graduates, prepare for reality of insecurity as you start professional life.
Republican Adam Kwasman accidentally makes a point in his migrant bus screwup.
Nothing sincere can survive long on the Internet.
It's reminiscent of effort to dismantle the journalism department 20 years ago.
I planned to write this week about Al Melvin, the Arizona state senator and failed gubernatorial candidate who wears his “conservative Christian” label more in your face than on his sleeve.
Some get-rich schemes to consider.
Another week, another shooting rampage. Or two. Or three. The frequency is sickening, and frightening.
Now here’s an argument for voter education: Cesar Chavez.
One small, cramped, beige concrete block room at the Pima Animal Care Center is where, if all goes well, the journey from goodbye to hello begins for thousands of unwanted, lost, neglected or abused animals.
I overheard students at the UA last week — three of them, excited about graduating this weekend but clearly, obviously nervous, with good reason.
It’s amazing how little we know about ourselves.
The last pumpkin went mushy over the weekend. It had been on the kitchen counter since before Halloween, one of six or eight lined up as reminders that fall does come to the desert.
‘Intent” is a grand word. It can convey a determination, or it can sound like something while being nothing.
What makes a person disabled?
How do you know what you know?
Jan Brewer isn’t going to run for a third term as Arizona governor.
With what looks to be our one day of winter behind us — clouds, precipitation, below 70 degrees (long sleeves!) — it’s difficult not to look ahead to the inferno we know is coming.
Arizona Senate Bill 1062 was not a defense of the religious. The legislation, which would have permitted discrimination based on religious belief, was a weapon whipped up in a desperate grasp for power by those who interpret change as a personal assault.
In a time of instant communication — much of it reaction to what someone else did or said — deadly force is the most potent instant communication of all.
Football player Michael Sam’s statement that he’s gay shouldn’t be news. In the world of sports, though, an announcement like that gets attention because even if being gay isn’t unusual, talking about it is.
Living out one’s twilight years. It’s such a lovely turn of phrase for a time that can be so benignly cruel.
We know what won’t change gun laws in the United States:
I am pretty sure my bathroom scale is a Republican.
Dogs don’t need New Year’s.
Christmas is a chameleon.
Life is all about the big toe.
The nearly 100 students who attend Sentinel Peak High School in the Flowing Wells Unified District are proof that the American high school system doesn’t work for everyone.
Fifty years ago the doors to Walter Douglas Elementary School opened to its first batch of students.
There was a lot of dressing up in my neighborhood — friends with homemade capes (or bath towels), colored hats from the zoo, cardboard-and-glitter crowns.
Call it the Hassle Maxim:
The hyperbolic are not inclined to hide their lights under a bushel basket.
I have this hypothetical bouncing around my head:
Middle schools are caldrons of antsy discombobulation.
Fall brings several benchmarks: the pumpkin farm, my annual baking imperative, the inevitable hopeful excursion into nature that ends with sunburn and the realization that it really is still hot, even though we wish it weren’t so.