Well, we made it through the first week of the new year though apparently it wasn’t all that easy. But first I digress to a New Year’s greetings tradition that I find puzzling.
Dear New Shrink, For many years I have worked in an office where a specific dress code has not been enforced. I have enjoyed this environment and have taken advantage of the flexibility by dressing casually.
Sometime in 1955, I was jolted by a song I heard on the radio, “Maybelline” by Chuck Berry, America’s first black rock’n’roll hero. So when I saw Berry on television duck walking across the stage, playing his guitar, there was no turning back for me.
So you just came home after a long day at the office. At some point you, or a family member, agreed to trade hours of your time in exchange for money, which will allow you to live your beautiful life in Santa Monica, where your vote still counts for something, and your voice can be heard.
During the week previous to his inauguration as the new old governor, Jerry Brown let it be known that, in his view, taxes are going to have to be raised.
Continuing the 2010 Sammies — my figurative awards for all things good, bad and ugly in Santa Monica politics and governance. The “Feeding at the Public Trough” Sammy goes to Harry Keiley and the Santa Monica-Malibu Classroom Teachers Association.
Money can bring out the worst in us, particularly when there isn’t enough of it. We often find ourselves in conflict with our partners (or even ourselves) about how it’s spent and how it’s saved, expending a lot of unnecessary energy.
Q: When I was a child, my family celebrated the New Year at my grandfather’s ranch. We fired guns into the air when the clock struck midnight. Now that I’m an adult, I do know the dangers of shooting guns into the air and would not participate in such dangerous activity.
California’s efforts to build a high-speed rail system is on track (pun intended) to become the biggest public sector “oops” project in American history.
They say (whoever “they” is) that the older one gets the faster the years fly by. I can attest to that because this one was a total blur. I only hope this doesn’t mean I’ll soon be going to “early bird” dinners.
Dear New Shrink, You won’t believe this, but my husband and I actually got into an argument over New Year’s resolutions. It’s nothing serious, mostly silly but I thought I would ask your opinion on it.
There are two types of people, those who go out on New Year’s Eve and those who stay in until the New Year is at least 10 to 12 hours old. New Year’s Eve is commonly referred to as “amateur night,” which is seemingly inaccurate since many of the people who tend to “party like it’s 1999” on the last
