Maybe it's because I was born and raised in this state, but I've always thought there is something special about Arizona. Yes, I know that on education spending -- to our shame -- we are number forty-eight out of fifty states. I also know that our centuries-long love of firearms causes a whole bunch of controversy and that we're on the front lines of the immigration issue.
But that's not all Arizona is about. Where else can you see a canyon so big that an entire city could be hidden in its depths? What other state had Geronimo, whose Apache name meant He Who Yawns, and who took General Crook and the U.S. Cavalry on a wild ride that lasted for years. They never caught him, by the way. He surrendered.
There have been times during the winter when Arizona has had both the hottest place in the United States, Yuma, and the coldest, Williams. The summers are so hot in much of the state that it's possible to hear the trees whistling for the dogs (an old joke). However, the summer monsoons are spectacular, with thunder, lightening, and rainbows -- sometimes all at once. It's not unusual to have a ten percent chance of rain that causes a flash flood.
In spite of my love for Arizona, it's time for me to move -- and for the best of reasons. I've got grandkids in Portland, Oregon and I want to be there as they grow up. Also, their parents are amateurs at this kid-raising business so I need to be there to 'help'.
I'm ready for a big change in my life, ready to downsize and own less 'stuff', which really ends up owning me. In addition, I'm also ready to write different types of books along with the ones I hope to write for Heartwarming.
I'll miss this state, my friends, the desert, the warm winters, maybe even the summer heat, but I guess what I'm saying is, it's time for a change.