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Wish Upon a Star

All I want for Christmas is . . . ? Since I still have my two front teeth, all I want is for three wishes to come true. My first wish is to open up an art gallery in Laguna Beach, a gallery devoted to children’s art, family art projects, and special exhibitions for emerging...

Christmas Past

  My sister, Kathy, went to Laguna Beach High School. Once in a while she would skip school in the afternoon, grab a taco, and sun bathe on Main Beach. On one of those days she met a gorgeous man named Poe. Poe was a vacationing model from New York City. His picture was...

Anticipating Calamity for Christmas

  By Alice C. Meek “I’m picking up dad at noon today. We’ll drive into Laguna immediately, if I can talk him out of stopping for paint at the Crown. He is determined to have a project.” “You are saying that after all the preparation for this...

Pet Peeves

Guardian Angels I was fascinated reading the Indy article, “Devout Artist Focuses Her Lens on Heaven.”   Kerry Swank is a gifted photographer who did photographic portraits of members of California’s upper echelons. I was never photographed. A deeply religious person, Swank heard...

Alone, But Warmed by His Adopted Hometown

Editor’s Note: New submissions from Christine Fugate’s writing class. In 2001, our children out of high school, my wife convinced me we should move to Laguna Beach, the city where she had grown up. Reluctant at first to leave Irvine, our home of 20 years, I was soon seduced by...

Village Matters

Don’t Let the Lights Go Out No holiday lights, no candles in the windows. The step-houses—the second homes– are empty for the holidays. And most of the year. Laguna’s population has been steadily growing from just over 5,000 in the 1950s to 23,727 in 2000, until the 2010...

Twilight and the Gods: A Solstice Tale

Freya bit into her pastry. “Odin, honey, can you grab me some napkins? This lingonberry tart is just oozing all over the place,” she said, loudly enough so everyone in Scandia Bakery could hear her. Odin, on his way back from the men’s room, picked up several...

The Sea Tree

  I knew where I went wrong after it was all over. That night, my husband lay drenched in sweat, swearing as he struggled to construct the dismembered artificial tree. Our dog licked my husband’s sweat and is sworn at for her trouble, so she slinks off to our closet to eat a...

Taking Stock

From Trick Or Treat To Naughty Or Nice Only a few weeks ago, kids were in Halloween costumes and the Dow Jones Industrials Average was nearing 17,500. Stock averages then began to reach all-time highs just before oil prices plunged and stocks joined the slide. Oil prices are now...

A Good Weekend

By Stian Morck The weekend started early.  John Bodrero, Julius Morck, my boys Alex and Gus Morck and yours truly enjoyed a Saturday round of golf at Ben Brown’s Golf Course at the Ranch in Laguna. The ground was soaked from the good rains and it was quiet. And as the light...

Pet Peeves

A Re-gift Suggestion Wow. I read in the Indy that Bill and Sue Gross donated $10 million to Mission Hospital. This is the same amount as my next year’s Obamacare deductible. In the words of California Care advertising “I’m In” way over my head and that sorely needs examining. Now...

The Slant

In Need of a Silent Night I make the same mistake every year, shopping for Christmas at the mall or almost anywhere for that matter. Your senses get full. Crying children, the shopping, the buying, the standing in line. People pushing, others shoving, the traffic. We endure an...

Taking Stock

Low Pump Prices Pump Up Shoppers Sliding oil prices greased the skids for the largest stock market decline in two months. Media commentators sounded their usual tocsins of doom, continuing their practices of attracting followers through useless and inaccurate predictions. The...

Pet Peeves

Monkey in the Middle I’ve been taking the new digital Indy out for a test drive. I like it very much. It is user-friendly and the layout is more attractive. What I didn’t expect was to learn how inane my writing is. Let me share this discovery with you. First, readers must...

The Spirit of Christmas

Lucy’s mother quickly closed the windows in the kitchen. She was concerned that every living being on their sleepy South Laguna cul-de-sac could hear her daughter’s greedy wails. “Mom, I want my Barbie life in the dream house amaze chase glam camper now.” “Lucy, we’ve talked...