I was intrigued by the lead story in the Sept. 21 edition of the Daily Press entitled, “Sports bar forced to scale back.” I read with growing disgust that the Planning Commission had economically carpet-bombed a popular Santa Monica sports restaurant, The Parlor, based upon the regurgitated urgings
Trees are living museums and their rings are able to shed light on climate change, colony collapses, archeology, tsunamis, fire histories and radio carbon dating.
It’s beyond me why GM is using Ed Whiteacre, their new board of directors chief, in new TV ads. He famously said, at his first press conference, that he doesn’t know much about cars, but one of the new Cadillac commercials is right-on.
So I am sitting outside my son’s new preschool waiting for him. I have been waiting for my son for years, sitting in waiting rooms as he finishes therapy.
I like to think of myself as an open-minded person. After all, I went to an elite, effete, east coast college where we were trained to look at things from all sides.
With all the partisan bickering clogging up the airwaves lately and obscuring the more vital news of the day, it’s difficult at times to differentiate between what’s a legitimate concern and mere spin.
It seems that last week’s debacle concerning a misleading staff report to City Council wasn’t an isolated incident. Last Monday, I wrote about Housing and Economic Development Department Director Andy Agle’s request for City Council approval to negotiate exclusively with AMC Theaters to build and op
No one denies that California has a daunting road ahead as the state works toward economic recovery. As a business owner, I certainly don’t have all the answers, but I do know that legal reform would be a step in the right direction.
As a boy, my favorite aunt was named Amelia. I didn’t have grandparents and Amelia didn’t have kids. Consequently, she was always my biggest fan. Amelia loved gambling (and men) so we’d go to Las Vegas on the train.
An entire runway collection begins with a single pillowcase. Last week, I took an intro to sewing class, along with five other women, at the Urban Craft Center on Main Street.
Dear Rachel, Help! My stress level is off the charts. My boyfriend’s mood swings are making my life a living hell. He can be unbelievably sweet for about a week but inevitably his temper blows no matter what I do.
For a while I was worried about how to best ensure my daughter was getting the proper nutrients in her diet. However, I’ve come to realize that while I’m some 38 inches taller and many, many pounds heavier than her (not to mention much more adept at using my thumbs and other fingers), I’m still most
