by Macarena D. Gardetti | Essays, Food
“Over the years, the kitchens I grew up in and around continued to draw me in, like a moth to a flame, as though I might recapture whatever innocence I’d lost in that warm, fragrant space.” Sasha Martin My Childhood Kitchen Yes, it was small. A small rectangle that if...
by Macarena D. Gardetti | Essays, Travel
I stepped on the grass into the open golf course. The silver morning mist under my Converse’s darkened part of its cloth with every step I took and I felt that coolness brushing my socks. The big birds appearing and disappearing in between and their singing...
by Pam Hines | Essays, Los Angeles
The Los Angeles River It’s supposed to be a river. It looks more like a poorly traveled freeway. An elongated concrete basin. Not even an aqueduct. That would require water going someplace, maybe to nurture things or to create power with motion. The LA River,...
by Pam Hines | Essays, Motivation
Do your dance. Shine. Nobody can do you like you can, so do it big and proud. Someone, somewhere will love you for it. Even if YOU are that only someone. Many questions, joys and disappointments line this lesson’s path. I’m still on it. Still...
