Opinion

I couldn’t think what to do with myself. My baby girl was lying in a hospital bed with a broken back when she should have been enjoying the vacation of a lifetime in Montana. She was heavily drugged and monitored. She slept a lot...

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I was very pleased with myself after hammering out a column well before the deadline with only one more proofreading before I sent it off to Ryan well in time for him to do his magic to make it ready for Wednesday publication. It...

Are you still saying “Happy New Year?” I suppose that you are tired of saying that to your friends or neighbors. I always say it for the first few days of the New Year. I don’t know why, just something to say while the ticking...

While making my way through social media the other day, I came across some photos taken by my friends J&J, a mother-son duo, of their day hiking the trails and caves of the Pinnacles National Park, one of the natural showcases of Monterey County....

“Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, ‘What are you doing for others?’” Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., spoke these profound words to an audience in Montgomery, Ala., back in 1957 — and they still ring true today. We all have the power to...

Commentary by Steve Adams

For today’s column I cite Joe Mathews as main source. Joe writes the California Connected column for Arizona State University’s publication Zocalo Public Square (which is redundant as a zocalo is a public square, but I digress). Instead of taking a dramatic approach where I...

“You’re limping again,” he said (again). “YES! FULLY AWARE AGAIN OF THE FACT I’M LIMPING. DON’T MENTION IT ALL THE TIME!” (I don’t think he will for a while.) I’ve had a gammy leg, as father would say, for over six months now. When you...

A few weeks ago I asked you, dear readers, about your first memory. I wanted to know who might be reading my words and allow me to know how you might have grown up. No name, no address or anything really that you don’t...