By Pat Halliwell After completing two years at City College, my son Dustin decided to enlist in the U.S. Army for a four-year term. His initial plans were very specific: according to his contract, after completing basic training and airborne school, he was to be stationed in an Airborne Infantry Brigade in Vicenza, Italy. I was very proud of Dustin, not only for the choice … [Read more...] about Sending my Son to War
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Inspiration with Caffeination
By Lindsay Meyer If you don't let the trucks and traffic and sprawling, rude, mayhem of Los Angeles drive you insane, you can actually find some pretty serene places. The Office in Santa Monica is one I have recently discovered. Okay, let me set the geographical technicality to rest: Santa Monica and LA are not one and the same. But San Vicente and 26th Street, The … [Read more...] about Inspiration with Caffeination
The Farmer’s Market: New Crowd, Old Cham
By Kathy Brenneman Rodeo Drive, Hollywood and Highland, the Sunset Strip-such glitzy hotspots are the habitual playgrounds of L.A.'s trendiest. What attraction, then, could a neighborhood market hold for this chic young crowd? In a mysterious departure from their world of glamour, these youthful Angelenos have begun congregating at the Farmers Market on the corner of 3rd and … [Read more...] about The Farmer’s Market: New Crowd, Old Cham
From Sponge To Steel: My Battle with Bone Cancer
By Erin Toole Cancer: the one word that can strike fear into every person's heart, a word that had seemed foreign to me until I volunteered in the pediatric cancer wing of a hospital the summer after my freshman year of college. I quickly realized that I had found my passion, the reason behind my drive to become a physician. The children amazed me every day with their … [Read more...] about From Sponge To Steel: My Battle with Bone Cancer
Old Bodies Leave Indentations on the Clouds
I looked under the sink, a Winchell’s mug; above the dryer on the shelves with exiled scraps; below a pack of dehydrated Sharpies, to the right of poor Elmer, also parched. I might’ve left it there when I was five…or six? I must’ve lost it but don’t you think by 19 I would have found it if it was ever somewhere at all? Not found in the kitchen, the search continued … [Read more...] about Old Bodies Leave Indentations on the Clouds