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Pedestrians like me have an intimacy with the stuff of the everyday that habitual drivers probably don't. Since I live in a conventional, tract house suburb from the 1950s, I look at lawns at lot.
The end of the year is a time of celebration, and of remembrance. Last Christmas for me was unforgettable. A year later, that's still true.
Sometimes we look up at the same sky and branches we've seen for decades, and we wonder if we were not adventurous enough, because we chose to stay in the same place.
There are piles of colorful bounty, and retirees with walkers, and young mothers with strollers, and small children who have escaped said strollers and now have rings of various colors around their mouth. There is also something soothingly pleasant tha...
Change is coming to Inglewood, and it's long overdue. But will it be enough? And what exactly are we trying to change about the place, anyway?
If you are reading this somewhere else in the country, no doubt you are finding this mildly amusing. But there are still important issues to think about.
We've lost two black leaders of very different statures last week. But they had a fight in common.
This is how we began. I looked out at the 300 faces before me and said, "How many of you in this classroom are often asked, in a bar or a store or at a party, What are you?" Maybe a hundred young people raised their hands, and they couldn't believe t...
I have a hard time imagining my father bopping a stranger in the nose while the two of them grappled over a beanie baby. Sometimes I wonder what kind of holiday shopping experience our sons' children will have.