Columns

My Yellow Brick Road   For spring break, I traveled solo to the Land of Oz for a service honoring my Aunt Ona. Even though she...

The Bigger The Better After beginning the year in a steady uptrend, stocks are now bouncing around. This volatility is not necessarily unfavorable as long...

An Ovation for Laguna Kids   It is with a grateful heart that I put pen to paper. It’s a pleasure to write about an uplifting...

A Night at Design Review “When I am dead, I hope it is said, “His sins were scarlet, but his columns were read.” –with apologies to...

Quick Exit From Dramaland   Change is in the air. At least in my life. Everything from upgrading my computer to having  my web host decide...

Got Your Goat  Another perfect day in Paradise, butt there are the goats.  No butts about it, I have goats on the brain. It all...

Know What I Heard? Grampa do you know what Diane said?   No. And I don’t care.   Even if it’s about you?   Especially if it’s about me.   Why?   Because you’re a...

Revisiting Seaward Road  It is funny what you remember about growing up.   For me, it was all about Seaward Road, which is in Corona Highlands...

Heart and Soul Live On   The view outside our kitchen window on the farm where I grew up was of the rolling Wisconsin fields, farmhouses...

Getting It Right   Mea culpa. I want to apologize for the title of my column, GROMs Be Gone. It was not my intention to say...

Spring Beckons   Thanks to the recent rains the hills are green, the flowers are blooming and there is less sand on the beach. April is...

Market Rallies Are Not Sell Signals Some investors remind me of animals that have been abused and now resist offers of kindness. A majority of...

Intolerance Be Gone!   Last week the Indy published an article titled “Groms be Gone!” in which columnist Christine Fugate describes an annoying encounter with three...

Whose House, Anyway?   Design Review has always been contentious, and how could it not be?  A property owner wants to alter their home to their...

Culture in a Coffee Cup   Writing is a solitary act so I often work at a café. I frequent several, taking comfort in the white...