Opinion

We last saw each other when we were quite young. She showed me photos of herself frozen in time in my childhood cottage. It was definitely her, but I had no memory of it. But there’s something about family ties that makes it not...

Is it over? Can we come out yet? Have all the candidates finished telling us what we want or need or what we have to tithe to the campaign? What a long trip it has been from when they were persecuting Mr. Trump until...

I woke up this morning thinking about what I should be thinking about. I just sat in front of the flickering screen until my love walked through the room and asked if I had a subject picked out yet. So I picked up the...

If you happen to be at the Soledad Pool (or, more correctly the Soledad-Mission Recreation District) at about 6 a.m., you will see Coach Tessa and her student athletes. Mostly I catch sight of them when I am racing in for water aerobics at...

To the Editor: For the 29th time, the Drury Tankersley Clam Chowder Dinner presented by Monterey County Agricultural and Rural Life Museum (MCARLM) has come and gone. Once again, I had the wonderful opportunity to help both behind the scenes and on the actual day...

Greetings on the last day of 2025. And what a year it has been. As I look back on this year, I think about what those of us in our senior years, that being anyone 70 years old and up, have seen happen in...

Have you ever asked yourself, “What do I want to be when I grow up?” For those of you who know me, you might say I’m still trying to figure that out. I come from humble means and always wanted to make my mom...

The headline reads simply “Funny Papers June 18 2025.” Below the headline there is a blank page where on the left margin, expecting to go to work, the cursor waits, and waits, and waits. A quick glance at the clock on the wall lets...

For those of us with multiple decades behind us as we continue our personal journeys toward some inevitable end, it seems the compulsion increases to reminisce about the time known as the Holiday Season. Or maybe it is just me. How the marked days at...