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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...

Playing Laguna

  By Alexandra Bank McMahon My earliest memory of Laguna Beach is of my mother driving me to Forest Avenue on a Saturday afternoon to audition for a Christmas play, staged by the Laguna Children’s Playhouse. The year was 1963 and I was in the fourth grade at Concordia...

For the Love of Art

  I was summoned out of the lower garden of Anneliese’s preschool because I had a phone call from my dad. I was 5 at the time, and though I immediately puffed with self-importance at receiving my very own telephone call, my imagination couldn’t help but kick into overdrive...

Hospitality Night Hero

Though it was never really cold in Laguna, the hat and scarf always felt just right for Hospitality Night and the little girl enjoyed the tradition of bundling up for this event each year. After a quick cheesy snack, she pulled on her Uggs and began herding her mother towards the...

Let It Snow

Editor’s Note: Here’s another tale from film maker Christine Fugate’s writing group.   Way up in the higher reaches of Earth known as the North Pole, Santa Claus was busy in his workshop. It was the beginning of December and everyone was working long hours. Two years prior,...

Musings on the Coast

Tired Of Politics I’ve written about politics in several columns and I am tired of it. Politics is only “real” in the short and medium terms, and subject to radical collateral damage that can be really ugly. Only family lasts forever. Or if you are from a peculiar culture, make...

Pet Peeves

I read with sadness in the Indy that Rock’N Fish was closing. I liked this restaurant. Let’s pay our respects and have a moment of non-eating. Quit chewing readers. It’s only a moment for crying out loud. From now on, we will refer to this restaurant as Fish’N Rocks. Others have...