I recently received unwelcome news, and although it wasn’t a surprise, it’s something you’re never fully prepared to hear. No doubt about it, I was told, the days of an invaluable member of my household are numbered.

I read “When you teach, your students teach you” by columnist Mark Scarp.

If you’re an out-of-state Republican politician seeking kindred spirits, last week probably was not the best time to show up in Arizona.

Snooty? Not Mesa. Well, hardly ever, anyway.

Our state lawmakers are never too busy dealing with economic crises and housing market brouhaha to be able to take the time to approve a new state weapon (the Colt .45), or to tell Arizonans how to elect the people who run their local communities.

Welcome to Scarp’s East Valley Sunday Brunch, where there’s sooooo much to choose from. Strangely, nobody ever goes back for seconds …

When I was a boy, too many adults in Arizona were possessed by the idea that they were the last people to move here. Even an 11-year-old like me had a hard time believing that, as this Valley would be doing some fantastic growing during my lifetime.