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Fire restrictions are now in effect for all areas locally. But some people still are confused.

“No justice, no peace!” they shout. Then they break windows. It makes me furious.

I probably met Santa Claus somewhere around 1950 in Indianapolis, Indiana, where our nuclear family was living at the time.

During the 2004 Olympic Games in Athens, Greece, American rifle shooter Matt Emmons was about to use his last bullet and win his second gold medal of the games.

The New York Times made a quiet disclosure recently that speaks loudly about the state of news media today

Memory can be a real challenge. I had a really powerful title for today’s sermon, but for some reason, it now eludes me.

As we continue to approach the start of the gorgeous summer season here in Prescott, it continues to impress me watching our citizens and local businesses navigate through the uncertain times of the COVID-19 pandemic.

Ever gotten the wind knocked out of you? Or been unable to breathe for even a few seconds? There’s pain. There’s panic.

Smoke. Fire. Wind. Evacuations. ... Well, here we go.

Beautiful vistas from hiking trails were a big part of how my husband and I wound up in Prescott.

I feel terribly sorry for the hundred thousand Americans who’ve lost their lives to the coronavirus.

The Greater Prescott area is entering Stage II Fire Restrictions early next week, and it is imperative that everyone do their part.

We have a choice! Next presidential election, we don’t have to decide between two big-spending candidates, neither of whom has expressed much interest in limited government.

Summer will soon be here offering warm sunny days and the opportunity for hundreds of thousands of Americans suffering from chronic “quarantine cabin fever” to flee into the great outdoors for summer fun!

Many leaders within the quad-city educational community have gone on record to say they’re unsure what next school year will look like.

A recent bit of news reminded me of an idea I’ve knocked around with politicians (remember dear John Hays?) and others for years for a way to improve how politics works.

Years ago, when I was running another Arizona newspaper, we published a story about a boy who lost half his hand playing with fireworks.

Don’t tell the people in charge, but my friend’s wife is a member of the L.A. resistance.

No, I don’t mean the Alamo; I am still blessed with “some” lucid thinking patterns.

TRUST – During the coronavirus restrictions I have noticed some things that make me ask “why?”

The government has closed most schools. So, more parents are teaching kids at home. That upsets the government school monopoly.

One of the most awkward, self-conscious incidents in my life occurred when I was shopping with a group, and one of my companions blithely continued browsing long after the store doors were locked.

Nearly 10 weeks has gone by since towns, cities, states and eventually the U.S. began systematically shutting down our normal way of life due to the COVID-19 (coronavirus) pandemic.

I feel confident accusing you of being a pusher in your past life (lives). I was. My wife was. Of course, I’m not talking about pushing drugs. I’m referring to pushing pins: push pins.

There was once a wise Chinese man who had one son, one horse, and one acre of ground on which he made his living. One day his son went out to feed the horse and left the gate open...