“Please silence all cell phones. Violators will be drawn and quartered,” the illuminated PowerPoint screen read at my church Sunday morning.
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Hispanic, Irish, Japanese, African-American, American Indian, Caucasian – everyone has had to pick one or any of the other 20 options before in their lifetime. SATs, college applications and even MySpace provide check boxes to give us a label. Ethnicity is, and will probably always be, a complex and touchy issue.
Milk, pumpkin pie, paper towels, oranges and batteries mosey down the conveyor belt in the checkout line at Albertsons. Like in a sort of trance, all the shoppers are staring upward.
Beaming rays of sunlight reflected off the tan interior of my ’99 Nissan Altima and illuminated the mileage dial on the dashboard last week as I cruised past Garey Avenue on the 10 Freeway.
Scandal, corruption, controversial propositions, vicious campaigns and recounts are enough to worry about during any election. However, during this 2006 midterm election, technology swooped in to add another layer of drama.
Warm, aromatic coffee penetrates the air combining with the stale, ink smell of a fresh newspaper as the loyal reader opens this Sunday’s latest edition.
Sneaking up behind the bright orange jack ‘o’ lanterns peers a plastic jolly Santa Claus complete with rosy cheeks. Red hats lined with white fluffy trim sit in back of ghoulish, bloody masks. Hiding at the end of the long rows stacked with Halloween candy, trick-or-treat bags and costumes, Christmas lights, fake trees, stockings and […]
Nestled between tiers of pine tree-covered mountains, the town of Truckee rests quiet and hidden.
Black cats, broken mirrors, stepping under ladders all mean nothing to me. And on this Friday the 13th, I will have no sliver of fear in stepping out of my house. What’s the big deal?
Twisting grape vines blanketing wide patches of land, creeping greenery at the San Bernardino Mountains feet, vibrant wildflowers peeping through long strands of golden yellow field grass; throw in a few houses and buildings and this is my memory of Rancho Cucamonga growing up.