Opinion

After some thought about whether to address last week’s election, I opted to address just one aspect of what we have been told will happen by that candidate who prevailed. We were told by the man who, come Jan. 20, 2025, will be my...

Each fall, the start of classes brings renewed energy and optimism to Cal State Monterey Bay. This year was no exception. From the first-day excitement to our Otter Plunge tradition in the waters of Monterey Bay, our campus is once again alive with purpose...

I’m excited to announce Sol Treasures is hosting a gallery of my photojournalism, and a meet the artist evening will happen this Friday from 5 to 7 p.m. The exhibit is titled, “Through the Lens, Adapting in Place,” and covers how the residents of...

I hadn’t seen her for a while, and when I did, I realized that she was very unwell. I was doing a book signing at a King City coffee shop and she was selling her amazing pies at the same venue. She had lost...

We have been living through some perilous times. I have heard from my relatives, my friends and even some neighbors. Things are not as they should be. Maybe this election will change us for the better. Maybe they will have a vaccine for this...

Many of you, or some of you, or heck maybe none of you will, recognize the title of today’s column as the opening lyrics of the song “The Levee’s Gonna Break” made popular by Led Zeppelin in 1971 (actually it is a re-working of...

“Life happens when you are busy making other plans...” That was my Facebook post of a truck that was smashed beyond belief. It belonged to my daughter’s boyfriend, Aaron, and my daughter was the passenger. Saturday night and I was nicely snuggled with my granddaughter...

I was, coincidentally, in England right after the death of Queen Elizabeth. It was a most strange and eerie time in the country. The nation was in mourning well after the nation was officially mourning, as it were. I happened to walk along the...

A few weeks ago I asked you, dear readers, about your first memory. I wanted to know who might be reading my words and allow me to know how you might have grown up. No name, no address or anything really that you don’t...

“I didn’t know her,” the preacher said. “But if I had known her, I’m sure I would have liked her.” I raised one querying eyebrow at my husband. We are at his aunt’s funeral in Watsonville. (Is it a funeral service if the person...