Pity the unpublished author. He works in solitude, unrecognized, unknown. He lays bare his soul on the page. Then, what? He sends his manuscript away, typically to publishers picked out of a library reference book. In return, he gets rejection letters and the suggestion that next time he should use…
After months of arguing with his grade-school-age son about the importance of making his bed every morning, William Calderwood finally hit the ceiling. Some time later, so did Calderwood’s out-of-sight, out-of-mind solution to those daily squabbles–a helium-filled bed that floated to the top of the room when not in use…
:First, David Brock wrote a devastating profile of Anita Hill, the law professor who testified against Clarence Thomas. Then he took on Hillary Rodham Clinton. Calling a hatchet man like Brock a legitimate journalist is like reading Crime and Punishment and deciding that Raskolnikov really carried that ax around with…
This is amazing. An entire week has passed without the sports pages of the daily newspapers decrying the fact that Kevin Johnson has been snubbed by Dream Team II. It’s easy to understand why KJ gets so much favorable press. He is approachable. He is intelligent. And he is always…
@body:TUCSON–Bagging rays under a crisp blue sky backed by a postcard-perfect view of the majestic Santa Catalina Mountains, the husband-and-wife writing team of Jane and Michael Stern rhapsodize over the Western wonderland we know as Arizona. “If we were driving down a highway and saw the Grand Canyon on our…
It was a glorious October afternoon when Eddie Basha, Democrat for governor, rolled into the tiny mining town of Kearny. He was midway through a five-day campaign tour of rural Arizona. Basha spoke without notes as he stood below swishing ash trees, addressing two dozen assembled faithful on the patio…
Last Thursday morning, at the Maricopa County courthouse, Corliss Ford got her life back. It happened when a Superior Court judge rejected charges by the Arizona Attorney General’s Office that the Phoenix nurse had abused and neglected three elderly residents in her care. Judge Stanley Z. Goodfarb ordered the AG’s…
At the Arcadia Funeral Home on 48th Street and Indian School, Dick Dozer’s casket was flanked by two large easels. Carefully attached to them were dozens of photographs of Dozer, the retired Chicago Tribune baseball writer, on various major-league playing fields. The chapel was crowded with friends who had come…
Sunlight dances on fresh snow; Adella Begaye edges her big pickup truck off ice-packed Route 12 high in the Chuskas Mountains on the Navajo Reservation and onto the trackless white snow covering a dirt road into the trees. Begaye gets out of the truck to turn the front wheel hubs…
Someone raised the subject of “Steve’s ordeal” about midway through Stephen Wilson’s funeral service last week. “It’s hard to imagine what Steve and his family went through after his arrest,” a close friend of Wilson’s told those gathered at the Grimshaw Bethany Chapel. “But he stuck it out and stayed…
Tim has a small penis, and he doesn’t want to talk about it. A tall, slim, balding figure in his 40s, he sits in a cramped waiting room, fidgeting nervously along with three other men–all of whom are doing their level best to ignore one another. Eye contact is verboten,…
Tim has a small penis, and he doesn’t want to talk about it. A tall, slim, balding figure in his 40s, he sits in a cramped waiting room, fidgeting nervously along with three other men–all of whom are doing their level best to ignore one another. Eye contact is verboten,…
Someone raised the subject of “Steve’s ordeal” about midway through Stephen Wilson’s funeral service last week. “It’s hard to imagine what Steve and his family went through after his arrest,” a close friend of Wilson’s told those gathered at the Grimshaw Bethany Chapel. “But he stuck it out and stayed…
Someone raised the subject of “Steve’s ordeal” about midway through Stephen Wilson’s funeral service last week. “It’s hard to imagine what Steve and his family went through after his arrest,” a close friend of Wilson’s told those gathered at the Grimshaw Bethany Chapel. “But he stuck it out and stayed…
Tim has a small penis, and he doesn’t want to talk about it. A tall, slim, balding figure in his 40s, he sits in a cramped waiting room, fidgeting nervously along with three other men–all of whom are doing their level best to ignore one another. Eye contact is verboten,…
The cavalry came to the rescue on the afternoon of June 12, 1992. State inspectors handed a restraining order to Corliss Ford, operator of the Autumn Rest adult-care home in west Phoenix. The order, signed earlier that day by a Maricopa County judge, instructed Ford to remove the eight elderly…
Dean Brewer quickly crosses the Courtyard by Marriott parking lot, glancing repeatedly over his right shoulder toward the hotel lobby. “There’s a photographer in there,” he says nervously. “No photographs.” Brewer continues at a quick pace into an alley between two office buildings. He has a story to tell, but…
Department of Health Services inspection supervisor Cathy Rodriguez says the truth of her own mortality often hits her when she’s out in the field. “You’re looking at someone and you say to yourself, ‘That’s me 40 years from now,'” says Rodriguez. “This country does not realize what it’s facing. We’re…
Months after allegations of union corruption and favoritism first surfaced at the U S West Direct Yellow Pages sales office in Phoenix, investigations into the company and officers of the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers Local 1269 are mushrooming. Three federal agencies have now been asked to probe various allegations…
Hillya Mooney’s voice on the telephone, so chipper, so sweetly cadenced, gave no hint of the story she would finally tell. “You wrote about me in your column,” said Hillya, pausing to allow words of acknowledgment to float back to her on the line. But I could not place her…
In a downtown Phoenix law office, filed along with hundreds of other documents, are four unique sheets of letter-size paper. They are the personal notes of Arizona State University President Lattie Coor–written in his own tall hand–of a meeting held on March 25 of this year. The curtain was falling…
It’s showtime, and the crowd is restless. Already on their feet, the fans wait impatiently for the band to begin, shifting and murmuring in the tightly packed aisles. The keyboard player belatedly steps to the microphone, squinting through the glare of the stage lights. “Are you ready to move?” he…
