Here’s a holiday wish I picked up this year, “Have a happy or merry RamaKwanakuhbodimastice.” It incorporates Ramadan, Kwanzaa, Chanukah, Bodhi Day, Christmas and the Winter Solstice.
Almost four years ago I wrote a column about plastic bags. It was called “Trashing poo bags.” In it I wrote: “I’d like to propose that as a society we resolve to make this world a better place to be.
The Christmas tree is up at the Loews Hotel. The ribbons are out, the holiday songs are being piped onto the Third Street Promenade. And Chanukah, Christmas and Kwanzaa are right around the corner.
As we are preparing for this Thursday’s gastronomic extravaganza, I want to take a moment to share my thoughts on what Thanksgiving is for, and to give thanks for the many gifts that I have.
I was having a late night snack at La Cachette last week (it was underwhelming to say the least since I had to send back the bisque) with a friend and we were discussing the law, and a question I get asked about weekly, the 10-year rule on spousal support in California.
I didn’t know him. I never met him. But I was there the night Richard Juarez was killed. The sea of red and blue lights was cutting through the fog in an eerie way that is both enchanting, like being on a dance floor in high school, and scary in that you know that something terrible has happened.
“I just got served with a restraining order. I can’t go to my house, see my kids, or get my clothes. What do I do?” ‘Tis the season for family fights, lovers’ quarrels and the annual issuance of Domestic Violence Protective Act — Temporary Restraining Orders.
Last year I was introduced to a monthly spoken word/art/music showcase called Flypoet at The Savoy Entertainment Center in Inglewood. It takes place on the first Wednesday of the month and starts at exactly 8:03 p.
Raising kids has to be incredibly hard. The constant pressure on a parent to teach lessons, to be aware of the impact of their words, to know that their actions are teaching lessons far greater than any homework, must be a tremendous burden on a person.
Ramadan, the month long period of fasting and the holiest month in the Islamic religion ended about three weeks ago. The Jewish holiday of Yom Kippur has just passed.
This next Sunday is National Coming Out Day (NCOD). It is a day set aside to publicize awareness, promote acceptance and put a human face on the vast spectrum of human sexuality.
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.
