Happy Wednesday, everyone. As some of you might be aware of, as of the writing of this column, there was a rumor that the Arizona Coyotes, our National Hockey League team located in the Valley of the Sun, might be sold ...
During my career as a late-in-life columnist, I have been blessed with the opportunity to chronicle three birthdays ending in zero.
I was dabbling in memories of my Columbus, Ohio, family home the other day when the song The Green, Green Grass of Home interrupted my concentration.
I just read Kelly Kading’s Sunday column, titled “Science and Sense: Yours or Mine? A mining story.” I am extremely disappointed that the Courier published this piece.
Thanks to the so-called culture wars, debates about events on college campuses are being employed as useful weapons for attacking the gradual democratization that has occurred in higher education since the 1950s.
Lately there has been a lot of discussion, gnashing of teeth, and even petitions flying around about a “new” mine operating about 12 miles south of the City of Prescott, in the Walker area.
The state visit by Japan’s Prime Minister Fumio Kishida isn’t just about tea and photo ops.
The Prescott City Council has posed the question for a sales tax increase to raise more than $100 million in public safety improvements on the November ballot.
The Labor Department just imposed 300 pages of new regulations to reclassify many individual contractors as payroll employees.
I’ve been a voracious reader since I was a kid, with Clyde Robert Bulla’s “Star of Wild Horse Canyon” one of my early favorites.
Because I’m a professional practitioner of the pedagogical arts (known in some parts as fancy book learnin’), I’m privileged to enjoy a Spring Break holiday that usually falls during the same week my semi-grown daughters are also out of school.
Hello and happy Wednesday. This week, I wanted to give you a little bit of what it is like to be a sports photographer.
“It wasn’t my fault the car in front of me hit me. I glanced at my text message for only a second when our bumpers collided.”
As a registered nurse of 45 years, I see an alarming epidemic of untreated pain in the United States. This has been impacted by the opioid crisis and the alarming number of drug-addicted adults, overdoses resulting in death and the number of illegal drugs flowing across our borders.
By now most of us have learned — and are laboring under the fallacy — that the English language is condensed from a stew of older languages with flavorings of German, Latin, Greek, French, Frisian, and whatever verbiage the Anglo-Saxon people were flinging about at the time.
As a follow up to the flyers and announcements of a couple months ago, Yavapai College has indeed begun giving away most of the books in its main library.
A direct relationship exists between high immigration levels and the phone research of pro-expansionists, which insists immigrants are making a significant fiscal contribution to the economy.
Are domestic wells draining our aquifer? No.
Depending on where you are in life right now, it might feel like there are endless days ahead of you.
And now for another side of the story. As many of you know, who have been reading my columns for years, I am an April Fool’s baby.
I want to thank our community. The outreach and pouring in of support and condolences to me, our entire family, and our business has been heartfelt and appreciated.
Leaders of both parties agree: We must reduce globalization.
Romero Bergman may not be a name you’re familiar with, but he brought quite a personal history with him when he moved to Prescott in 1928.
As many of the readers already know, in the early morning hours of Monday, April 1, the 350,000-square-foot Legado apartment complex located in the heart of Prescott Valley caught fire and subsequently burned to the ground.
I am sitting here in my home office, typing away, having a record spinning on my Victrola that is situated next to my desk, switching between listening to the two-tone band The Specials and the iconic punk band, The Youth of Today.
