“It’s my way or the highway. If you have a good idea, let’s hear it. But bottom line: When you’re here on the clock, you’re mine.”
Formidable words for an otherwise soft-spoken soul like Valley pastry chef Tracy Dempsey. But that’s her introductory line for employees at Tracy Dempsey Originals, the Tempe-based bake shop where she whips up sweet and savory desserts, baked goods and confections. Following stints at Cowboy Ciao and Lon’s at the Hermosa Inn, Dempsey started the business in 2009 – and it has expanded steadily ever since, along with the chef’s culinary cachet. She currently makes desserts for 10 notable Valley restaurants, including Citizen Public House, The Gladly and Crudo. Her bacon brittle is available at Bashas’ grocery stores. Her marshmallows got the attention of Oprah Winfrey’s people, and she’s baked wedding cakes for such Phoenix food stars as Chris Bianco and Aaron Chamberlin.
There sure are a lot of interesting James Levines out there, you think as you Google the name. One of them invented the treadmill desk. Another wrote a pair of harrowing Third World crime novels, one from the perspective of a sex-trafficked teen in India, the other about a young Kenyan drug runner. Another pioneered the field of “inactivity studies” before co-directing Arizona State University and Mayo Clinic’s Obesity Solutions collaboration. Another was kidnapped in India. And then you realize it’s all the same man, and you wonder what on earth you’ve been doing with your time.
“I wish more people in Phoenix knew about us,” Ib Andersen says with a wry smile.
A lot of people outside Phoenix know about Ballet Arizona, the company Andersen directs. Critics fly in from New York to see it in action. Dancers from around the world audition to be in its ranks. Yet Ballet Arizona may be the city’s – and the state’s – best-kept performing arts secret.
Scott Smith brings a centrist platform to a packed Republican primary for governor.
Scott Smith, the former mayor of Mesa, wants you to think about his city – both your impression of it years ago, and its recent spate of positive press. The five private, nonprofit legacy colleges and universities that set up shop. The much-applauded Apple Inc. manufacturing plant. The new spring training facility for the Chicago Cubs. The rapid growth of Phoenix-Mesa Gateway Airport. The falling crime rates that have made Mesa one of the safest big cities in America.
Ms. Wheelchair Arizona advocates for the mobility-impaired.
Juliet Martinez has yet to encounter an obstacle she can’t overcome – and she isn’t about to let this gymnasium rock wall in Scottsdale be the first. She locks the wheels of her chair, secures herself into a harness and – with a little helpful butt-boost from a climbing guide – begins the vertical ascent. Her powerful biceps tighten as she crawls her way up the craggy surface. Sweat beads on her face, exposing a dark birthmark normally covered by makeup.
Arizona’s first poet laureate balances cultures and finds connections among dividing lines.
Alberto Álvaro Rios stood before a small gathering of South Phoenicians at South Mountain Community Library, preparing to read a poem they wrote together. To honor its one-year anniversary in 2012, the library had asked locals to submit phrases, images and memories about South Phoenix – to contribute a verse, Walt Whitman might say, to the powerful play. As Rios had sewed the snatches together, the emerging ode surprised him. It wasn’t patched with the area’s history of segregation and violence. “‘Baseline Blooms,’” he says, “turned out to be a pastoral, gentle, quiet poem. And this was the community writing itself.”
In the foyer of Fred DuVal’s home, there’s a framed photo and piece of paper with names scrawled on it. From a passing glance, it could be a family heirloom – a well-preserved photo of spiffy, suit-clad ancestors in front of a big building, with their handwritten notes beneath. A closer look, though, reveals a scene of international magnitude: The photo was taken outside the White House on September 13, 1993, at the signing ceremony of the Oslo I Accord. President Bill Clinton, Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin, PLO Chairman Yasser Arafat and a host of highly-placed officials are gathered around the table where representatives signed the peace accord. The paper underneath the photo bears their signatures. DuVal was there that day and, in fact, led the procession of political powerhouses out onto the lawn.