It is time to get spooky. The approach of Halloween may cause a whole lot of ghouls and witches to come knocking at your door and it also brings the joy of candy!

Do all dogs go to heaven? Yes, of course they do, along with all of our other beloved pets.

Does big government come from small minds? Which might then lead to dumb laws?

Are you good with money? Yes, I thought so. We have to watch our pennies even more closely with inflation.

I found something. When my parents died a few years ago I was left boxes of recipes, photos and papers to sift through.

Oh, Emma Raducanu, let’s count the ways we love thee. First, the improbability of a tennis player to emerge from qualifying status to win a Grand Slam tournament, is a stunning triumph.

Are you there, God? Just checking. We have troubles from the Afghanistan war. Hard to read about, much less comprehend what just happened.

I wear lipstick. And I dye my hair. There, I have said it – all secrets are out – I am admitting to you, dear readers, that some of my “beauty” comes from a tube and a bottle.

Oh, those Olympics. Inspiring, incredible, heartbreaking, fun and heartwarming. No other sporting event on Earth can produce so many plots, twists, turns and moments to enjoy and ponder as the games of summer.

Missing a few neighbors and friends? We might all be in San Diego. The locals call us “Zonies,” poking gentle fun at us. Californians claim that every other person in their state is a vacationing Arizonan from Memorial Day through Labor Day.

Stay alert! Watch the crosswalks! Yes, school has started again and parents everywhere are rejoicing.

Oh to be a billionaire. They seem to have all the fun. When Richard Branson, founder of Virgin Galatic, launched his Unity 22 rocket plane last week, he went where few have gone. Into space on his own spacecraft.

Lord, could we get some rain? Our prayers were answered. Okay, can it stop for a while? Because it was a doozey of a storm that trounced Arizona.

What would you take? The smoke and flames are approaching, you are being evacuated and you have minutes to grab things.

Alexa never seems to stop listening. Evidently, our “helpful” devices never turn off, meaning that your private conversations are not so private.

Love is in the air. And so are the doves, finches and hummingbirds. Spring brings the promise of hope, new life, fresh beginnings, green leaves and babies. Lots of them.

Ah, 2021 is feeling like a breath of fresh air. So many of us are delighted to move on, yet this past year has probably made us stronger. Maybe even taught us lessons.

The promise of a “better life,” sounds pretty darn good. Perhaps our lives have become too mundane.

Moms and Dads, we know this has been a tough beginning to the school year. As our governor likes to say, “Arizona is open for learning.”

Have you ever been lost? Yes, I guess at some time or another most of us have taken a wrong turn, had trouble reading a map, or just gotten mixed up about where we are headed.

Hmm, lately it feels as though we are in the midst of the “dog days of summer.”

Teenagers who are 15 count the days until they hit 16 – the blessed (and dreaded) day of driving. Young people actually hold their breath until they turn 18, believing that being “legal” will transform them.

Love is in the air. Check out the stores and see all the heart shaped candies, cookies and cakes. Buy a bunch of red roses. Maybe champagne. Jewelry is nice too. Grab a card that professes “true love” to that “special someone” in your life.

Where were you the weekend of January 11th and 12th? Perhaps riding the Phoenix Light Rail pantsless to “celebrate silliness” (more like madness) with folks in about 30 cities all over the world? No, I didn’t think so.

The next chapter starts now. Get out the pad and pen, because the New Year is upon us. Ready or not, here it comes.

Sarah I got on a ladder.

Freedom. What we all want. The ability to live freely, go where we want to, speak our minds, not be oppressed and be able to engage in the pursuit of happiness.

Do you want to grow as fat as a pumpkin? Yikes, I meant to say, Dear Readers, do you want to grow a fat pumpkin?

Alexa, are you spying on me? Evidently, so, because the latest analysis of how our “devices” never turn off, seems to allude to the fact that your private conversations are not so private.

Keep the faith! Never give up! Always believe!

Oh, Hillary, how we worried about you. Yes, we can all breathe a sigh of relief, as Hillary, the stranded donkey who was marooned for three years on a tiny island, has now been successfully rescued.

We are in an all-out search for the “special” friend of New River resident Diane Wilson.

I bought my husband, Doug, a pair of yellow shorts. Who knew that color was so important?

It happened again. I was stuck in the misery on I-17 over Memorial Day weekend. What should have been an easy drive became the nightmare called “going nowhere fast” for more hours than I care to consider.