Browsing: Tommy Acosta

In the Political Ring with Tommy Acosta

January 3, 20131

‘Rope a Dope’: How Obama Won the Debates By Tommy Acosta For aficionados who love a good fight in the…

In The Political Ring with Tommy Acosta

December 29, 20125

Entitlements: Six of These – Half a Dozen of the Other – The Business of Welfare By Tommy Acosta(December 29,…

In The Political Ring with Tommy Acosta

December 23, 20124

Fiscal Cliff or Fiscal Stoop? By Tommy Acosta(December 23, 2012) The media frenzy over the looming Fiscal Cliff and panic…

City Must Prepare for Lights Construction Tsunami

February 14, 20123

Opinion by Tommy Acosta Sedona AZ (February 14, 2012) – The die is cast. The fight was won. The lights…

Vote Yes on Prop 410: It’s a Win-Win for Sedona

October 30, 20112

There Are No Guarantees in Life or in Sedona By Tommy Acosta Sedona, AZ (October 30, 2011) – This editorial…

Rita Livingston Sedona’s Shining Light

October 18, 20111

Dedicated Her life and Her Resources to Protecting and Enhancing Sedona By Tommy Acosta Sedona, AZ (October 18, 2011) -…

Life is Kind That Way
By Amaya Gayle Gregory
It’s been an interesting evening. Well, it’s been like this for a while, but I am just now attempting to put words to it. Why? Because I can. That’s as close as I can get. It feels like I’m playing a game of Clue and polishing the pieces that have emerged, fascinated by them and aware that something has changed again. I can’t seem to garner any interest in doing, let alone thinking. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just what is. I feel more and more pixelated, like the space between pixels is expanding beyond its ability to reform in any knowable or meaningful shape. The understanding of what this is, of what we are, seems to be devouring the connective tissue, the ideas and threads that connected past and future, that set up the me and other structures of life. The need to do, the compassionate desire to change or fix or alter what is, the storehouse of wants is emptying out. This has happened before and passed, like all things, but this feels a bit different, more like a settling in, a wiping of the slate, than a drive-by. Read more→