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It’s funny how timing works. You know, did this thing happen at this moment when you could have been somewhere else? You know, like the time you accidentally stumbled onto the last item of som…

Michael Florida Jr. rose from his wheelchair a few weeks ago and, with the help of a cane and a woman assisting, mustered every ounce of strength he could and struggled down the aisle at his s…

Sometimes, it’s the subtleties of life that invade your thoughts and give you the 411 that you have changed. You realize that your walk in life is different. More succinctly, you understand th…

A week ago, like always after visiting my mother-in-law’s house in Delhi and arriving home, I grabbed my phone to announce that I had safely made the nearly three-hour drive through Gilbert, C…

One of the great things about writing a personal column is that I can take one subject and make points for or against it. I can take my position and move on to the next column.

There are three black facemasks hanging off my turn signal switch. They are crisp and ready to cover my nose and mouth if I so choose. There is another one that I used last week when I visited…

I appreciate teachers, especially public school teachers, who are generally underappreciated and, yes, underpaid. Dealing with so many prying eyes of “anti this” and “anti that” activists does…

The thick smoke bellowing from daily politics is getting more toxic. It’s not like you can leave a room or close a window. You read it, see it and look for it on TikTok. Sometimes it oozes int…

First, let me apologize right now to the young men that were playing at the Expressway Park basketball court in Ϳʷ¼ earlier this week. The old dude in the truck that turned the corner …

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The request arrived like always around mid-November, asking if I would provide gifts for a needy child at Christmas. You get a list of kids’ names and ages, and you select one to assist.