While there may not be skeletons in the closets of central Tucson residents, there are probably 100 buried underneath each of their houses.

Duncan road stretches over Bayou Grande in the city of Pensacola, Florida.  The bridge is small and as you cross, you can see homes at the far end of the bayou, built up on the small hills bordering the water.  In my memories, the day is almost always cloudy and humid, the weather always matching the melancholy mood that strikes me as we get to this point in our drive.

Segregation in Tucson, Arizona is not lost to the history books.

One common belief among women who have witnessed current events brought on by the Trump administration and have lived through several waves of feminism has become, “I will die waiting for true equality among men and women.”

 “[My son] was three months and three days old when the worst day of my life happened, the last day of his.”  This post was made by a mourning mother on April 7, 2015 to the Baby Center support group for parents who had lost a baby.

 Josh Allen, a local Tucsonan, father of two and University of Arizona engineering graduate, died September 26, 2004 from what was later discovered to be stomach cancer.  Fourteen years later, his legacy continues on as his family climbs ‘A’ Mountain every year with the American Cancer Society at the Climb To Conquer Cancer to help raise money to find a cure for cancer.