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When I left Santa Barbara in mid-August to attend a family reunion in New Jersey, it was also with the burning desire to be present at the unveiling of the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. National Monument in Washington D.C. I wanted to be at the memorial ground because Dr. King had made such an indelible impression on me during his “I Have a Dream” speech. On that day in 1963, I knew that the delivery and power of his words would echo long after it was over.
Don’t get me wrong. I think Taylor Swift is darling, and when Kanye West upstaged her at the MTV awards I wanted to hurt him. But the girl I saw Saturday night had let her handlers craft her into a shiny, shimmery glam girl who flips her hair around like she’s pushing volumizing shampoo.
Congresswoman Capps summons the sense of unity that brought the nation together in the wake of 9/11.
I left my Washington, D.C. hotel a few weeks ago and hailed a cab to the airport. From the back seat, I noticed a Koran next to the gearshift and prayer beads dangling from the rearview mirror. The driver’s robe and cap were like those of an Imam. “This man probably hates me,” I thought. “Where do you come from?” I asked him.
Private property rentals for weddings, benefits, and corporate events are important to the county’s economy, creating business for everybody from hoteliers to caterers. The Planning Commission’s proposal to require permits could cripple it.
For several years I thought of volunteering for Big Brothers, Big Sisters but made many excuses why I shouldn’t pursue it: I was too old, I didn’t have enough energy, did I have enough time to spend, was I responsible enough to follow through, would they be bratty or troubled, what would I do with them?
The failed “War on Drugs” still bars medical use of cannabinoids to treat cancer pain, seizures, migraines, Crohn’s disease, and a host of other conditions.
Here in Santa Barbara and across the nation, from family farms to urban rooftops, the new wave of farmers is organizing to create a local, sustainable food economy.
I’m different now, but I would never go back in time to change things. I’m happy with who I turned out to be. Before you read about my life-changing catastrophe, be happy your heart is beating, making you full of life. Appreciate that little fact.
Amid the flying spittle and bitter controversy over bulb-outs and other safety improvements to the city’s City of Santa Barbara’s troubled streets, and in a time of seemingly skyrocketing crosswalk injuries to pedestrians, one simple, effective, and increasingly popular solution has been overlooked.
