A friend who has some experience with rodeo horses sent me a most picturesque proverb: “Let go or be dragged.” Whether this phrase was first spoken by a Zen master who had achieved enlightenment on the mountainside, or by a battered cowboy nursing his shattered bones and pulling cacti from his backside makes no difference. It is the unmistakable truth.
Beginning today, pawnbrokers can charge higher interest, bigger prizes will be available at some bars and restaurants, and some cough medicines will be off-limits to minors. State health officials will be able to inspect abortion clinics without first getting a warrant.
Here we are, deep in the Here we are, deep in the dog days of another summer. School is out, vacation days are being cashed in, and picnic baskets are being packed. Barbecues are firing, pools are splashing, and ice cream trucks are rolling. Meanwhile, thousands, yea millions, are taking to the great American highway.
As soon as I saw the SCOTUS ruling on Hobby Lobby, I knew I would never shop there again. Thank you Bryan Brinkley (“Hobby Lobby is not a church ... or a person,” AFN, July 9) for laying out the case that Hobby Lobby is not a church or a person!
I’ve made a habit lately of studying the Amish. I use the word “study” loosely as this is not a simple curiosity of mine or some kind of theological experiment. My exploration flows out of a deep respect and admiration for their faith and spirituality. We English (that’s what the Amish call us outside their communities) recognize them because of their familiar beards, horse-drawn buggies, fine woodworking, or barn-raisings, but there’s a lot more to this group than sturdy furniture and firm dispositions. They have a lively, vibrant faith despite their archaic lifestyles.
The Arizona Super Bowl Host Committee announced its partnership with the Gila River Indian Community recently during a press conference at the Sheraton Wild Horse Pass Resort and Spa in Chandler earlier this week.
After reading a previous letter written to you by Michelle Lukasiewicz, I feel compelled to correct her gross misconception of the Tennessee Walking Horse Breed and her rainbows and roses description of the PAST Act.
When you were a kid, did you ever think, “I want to live to be 100 years old.” Yep, me too. Well, I am fortunate enough to know someone very special to me that is closing in on that giant milestone, my grandma. She is 99 1/2 years old, she will be turning 100 in December and I am hopeful that she makes it. I’ve been telling my boys how lucky they are to have a great grandmother and all the amazing changes she has seen in the world during her lifetime. Imagine growing up without electricity, indoor plumbing, a car, television, computers, iPhones, and more.
When thinking of school sports, the usual come to mind: football, basketball, and baseball. But there is another sport that is starting to gain some traction, and it has made its way into the high school ranks:
Animal torture is animal abuse, no matter the reason it is perpetrated. For those of us who love horses, the problem is soring. Soring is an abusive practice in which trainers pursue the artificial “Big Lick” gait by burning horses’ legs with caustic chemicals, or wedging hard objects into the tender soles of their feet: torturing gentle horses for the sake of a blue ribbon at a horse show. It’s repulsive, it’s prohibited, and it’s well-documented that these actions continue throughout the Tennessee walking show horse industry.
Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers allowed GetOut to listen to a preview of “The Independent,” the band’s seventh album due out April 29. Clyne was kind enough to give a track-by-track analysis and discuss each song as it appears in order on the album.
According to the Arizona Department of Health Services, drowning is one of the leading causes of death in Arizona among children 1 to 4 years old. This alarming statistic is one of the reasons Fulton Homes, for the 12th consecutive year, is sponsoring the Valley’s most successful and recognized water safety programs.