Opinion

People who cry over animals are special. To me it means that they recognize love in any of its forms. It means their hearts are tender. I want to surround myself with people who cry over cows and dogs and turkeys and I especially want to be around people who empathize with them.

Control Through FearBy now, many people know about the meeting AMI requested on Feb. 6 with Town Manager Dave Teel to declare its objection to imposing any limits in town regulations on the number of allowable trips between Hwy. 82 and town limits on Harshaw Road. As Councilwoman Andy Woods told reporter Arielle Zionts (Nogales […]

Moving to me is the equivalent of running with tacks in your shoes. It sucks and at times hurts. I plan on not doing it again EVER. If you’ve been living under a rock, my husband, and I recently bought our first home and have been thrust into the limelight of unsolicited advice, empty promises […]

One thing I’ve learned from personal experience with genuinely crazy people—mostly bipolar / borderline types—is that they quickly drive almost everyone around them batty, too. When nutjobs commit hostile, selfish acts, it’s hard not to be miffed. Most normal, so-called “healthy” folks would like to hold such others to account. We don’t quickly accept “unacceptable […]

What if you get a hole in one….on a Mulligan? Let’s just say… You are golfing with friends at the Tubac Country Club. It’s your turn on the tee, a 165-yard par three. You address the ball confidently, visualizing the perfect six-iron shot. Your swing seems true, at first, but it yanks left into a […]

Amazon, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. For starters, a case of a discontinued flavor of Pop Chips, yoga socks, a meditation CD (which I can’t do because my dog barks at me the entire time), a Zoodle maker that I saw on a cooking show, a new cell phone case […]

Many basic spiritual injunctions are ignored because they seem blatantly unrealistic. Love thy enemy? Yeah, right! Can you picture a major sports-arena packed with rabid fans, each jacked up on adrenalin, and no one cares who wins? Moi, I cannot. There has been, through the past decades, in print and on the Internet, a spate […]

This May, I will have been married to Lee for 30 years. In the scheme of things, we were latecomers to this institution. We were 43 and 44 when we met and the possibility of marriage was remote since neither of us had been married before and each of us was very used to independence. […]