Once upon a time there was a king who promised to create 5.5 million new jobs by cutting taxes for the rich. Years passed and then Prince Boehner appeared in the Forest City and said that renewal of the tax cuts was required to have “real economic growth.
It was with a keen interest that I sat through the season premiere of “Mad Man” in July, which was presented with limited commercial interruption by BMW.
The pendulum has swung and we are now seeing a change so dramatic that it is likely to cause very serious problems in the future for both men and women.
When someone has a mental illness, he or she feels at odds with the world. Family members struggle to understand what is happening and may blame themselves or each other for the illness.
A total of seven western states and four Canadian provinces have joined forces in a plan to limit greenhouse gas emissions. An entire new source of long-term revenue is available to British Columbia’s government, which will enable protecting massive tracks of old growth forests and fresh water suppl
The Santa Monica Democratic Club (the operative word here is “club”) Executive Committee last week picked its favorite candidates for local races in the November election.
Comedian Jon Stewart, the news source for many who don’t watch “traditional” news outlets, often cuts to the core of an issue as he strains current headlines through his sieve of sarcastic wit for “The Daily Show.
Q. A friend of mine got a strange e-mail apparently from a friend of his who claimed to be traveling in Europe and had been mugged, left stranded, and in need of money to get home.
Last week’s column was about what brought me to Santa Monica. This week’s is about one of the odd jobs I took as I tried to write the great American novel, which in my case turned out to be the so-so American novel.
Dear New Shrink, I have been on several job interviews lately. I want to go on the record and say that I hate the “what are your weaknesses” question.
Despite what countless others before me insisted to the contrary, when I was pregnant I postulated that any kid born to me would be the exception to all the classic pratfalls of childhood, like nose picking, an unhealthy obsession with belly-button lint, and adolescence.
Mr. D. Golstein’s letter and wild accusations about myself and Santa Monica Police Sgt. Jay Trisler, and our reaction to two serious crimes that took place just outside my residence on the evening of Aug.
