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Denial’s worked pretty well for me so far. But as I type with trembling fingers, reality is seeping in. Just after Christmas, my family is moving. To Seattle. I know. From sunshine to rain. But then, change is as inevitable as the lights that twinkle along Chandler Boulevard during the holidays each year. And so, I have to embrace one more in a long lifetime of transitions.
WARNING: Don’t leave this lying about for unattended children to read. Management is not responsible for dashed illusions, broken dreams, or crushed hopes.
There was a disc jockey, a pig, and not nearly enough blankets to combat the cold.
It is only a few short weeks until Christmas and as I ponder about how to make this year’s event merry and bright, I thought I would share my ideas with you.
Every so often some researcher whips out his calculator and estimates how much it takes to raise a child today. I suspect that this exercise is some sort of subtle pressure from the government to cut down on overpopulation, because the Department of Agriculture says it costs a libido-crushing $241,080 to raise each of our Special Snowflakes to age 18.
Have you ever walked through a season in your life you thought might break you? I’m not talking about the everyday stuff. We’re each going to wrestle with our share of broken air conditioners in July, cranky bosses, and family feuds. I’m talking about soul crushing, heart wrenching times when getting through the days takes a herculean effort. When you can’t lift yourself out of the pit despite all of your coping resources – faith, friends, family, chocolate ice cream. And wine, in the name of truth telling.
Well ... that was graceful.
I am a child of the late 1970s — early ’80s — it was a great time to be a kid. Times have changed so much and I am reminded daily of the things my boys will never know or experience.
Every year the people of Ahwatukee have a great opportunity to vote for the Best Of Ahwatukee hosted by The Ahwatukee Foothills News.
Mariah Kang is a big fat bully.
The obsession began somewhere around the same time I got my first pair of Underoos.
By the time you’re reading this, our little friends in Congress will have either settled their political hash and come up with a budget and gotten the government back to work or we’ll all be huddled around a trash can fire in a desolated parking lot, fighting for road kill in a post-apocalyptic, dystopian society.
Hi. My name is Elizabeth, and I’m a bookaholic.
I’d like to introduce you to a friend. I think you may know her already, or at least you think you do. She’s The Mom Who Is Never Here.
1399: King Richard II became the first English monarch to abdicate his throne.
On Aug. 10, I had the honor of leading more than 50 Pi Kappa Phi cyclists into the U.S. Capitol. The Journey of Hope this summer was the best experience of my life. Throughout the two and a half months, 13 states, and 4,000 miles, I learned a lot about myself and saw both the joy and the struggles of people living with disabilities.
This Tale of the Temperature begins, like so many do, with Christmas. One joyous holiday evening last year I slogged home from work, having been released early from my toils, Cratchit-style, by my benevolent employer, and schlepped my briefcase down the hall.
Order was restored.
Writing for the Ahwatukee Foothills News is not without its perks. For one thing, I get to use the phrase “my editor” in a casual, off-hand way as if my next stop is the Algonquin Round Table. And then there was the time I got recognized at the mall; Dad, Interrupted was surprised I could fit my head in the car after that one.
This past week I saw a new “word” floating all over the Internet — “Twerking,” which was trending all over social media since Miley Cyrus’ performance on the MTV VMAs. I will admit that I have not and will not be watching the video — to me this is qualified as TMI (Too Much Information). I did look up the word “Twerking,” out of curiosity. According to the Oxford Dictionary Online it’s a dance move that involves a person, usually a woman, shaking her hips in an up-and-down bouncing motion, causing the dancer to shake, “wobble” and “jiggle.” Wikipedia says to twerk is “to dance to popular music in a sexually provocative manner involving thrusting hip movements and a low, squatting stance.” After reading that explanation, I can guarantee my dance moves DO NOT contain “Twerking” and if they did, I’m quite sure I would pull a muscle!