DOWNTOWN — The Santa Monica Conservancy, dedicated to protecting historic structures here, is giving out a record number of awards this year to those who have dedicated themselves to preserving architectural gems.
DOWNTOWN — Doctors and nurses with Santa Monica-based International Medical Corps are on the ground in Haiti providing treatment to the thousands who were injured during the 7.
SM PIER — For pigeons, the Santa Monica Pier has long been something akin to easy street, where even the beta males seem to get fat and happy off discarded pizza crust and fallen churros.
SAMOHI — Head Coach Marty Verdugo hopes all the hard work pays off. After a preseason filled with games against elite teams from SoCal to Arizona, Santa Monica’s girls basketball team (10-4 overall, 1-0 in league) finds itself facing a game against Ocean League rival Inglewood tonight at home that v
CITY HALL — Planning is underway for the second installment of Glow, Santa Monica’s signature, dawn-to-dusk art event that drew roughly 200,000 people to the Santa Monica Pier and beach in the summer of 2008 to experience exhibits that lit up the night sky.
SM BAY — Santa Monica Bay beaches are safer for swimming than they were five years ago, but water quality remains poor during winter months, the latest report from the Santa Monica Bay Restoration Commission said.
DOWNTOWN — Mayor Ken Genser, a champion of renters’ rights who dedicated 30 years to serving the residents of Santa Monica, died Saturday, city officials said.
I have a feeling that 2010 is going to be a great year. Dreams will come true, life purposes fulfilled and happiness abounds. But that should be true every year.
Well, it’s been a couple of days since the New Year’s ball dropped and many of us now ponder the coming new year with the interrogative singularity: “How do I deflate this chocolate-covered, four-ply belted, Santa Cholesterol Michelin tire from around my cupcake inflated midsection?” My New Year’s r
For those of you who follow this column, you know that a little ways back I made a very grand and public declaration about my commitment to lose those last 10 pounds from my pregnancy and get back into shape.
Today is New Year’s Day, which may explain my hangover. I remember a particular New Year’s when just the typewriter keys hitting the paper gave me a pounding headache.
No girl ever wants to choose between her husband and her father. (And really, no girl ever has to, unless she’s spending the summer secretly doing the merengue with Patrick Swayze while her family vacations at a Jewish resort in the Catskills).
