Part II of “May-December at Arcosanti” A few nights later, Nate stood on the lanai watching the stars come out. He would never get tired of this scene. He filled his lungs with fresh night air. But he didn’t feel...
Superstitious Friends By Ann Lee Miller From the end of my street, I see the Superstition Mountains run skyward, Stalwart sisters, draped in haze and the color blue— A hue I’ve never seen them wear. After decades of daily acquaintance, their beauty...
May 8, 2003, Gilbert AZ—I idled down Loma Vista in our minivan—unlike my usual Mrs.-Miller-gets-airborne-over-speed-bumps reputation from the neighbor kids. One block till home. Twelve-year-old Annie sat shotgun. The back end of the van was stuffed with our sleeping...
May 8, 2003, Gilbert AZ—I idled down Loma Vista in our minivan—unlike my usual Mrs.-Miller-gets-airborne-over-speed-bumps reputation from the neighbor kids. One block till home. Twelve-year-old Annie sat shotgun. The back end of the van was stuffed with our sleeping...
