Sand in my Suit: Baguette Me Not
I take all of my seasonal cues from Starbucks.
Recent
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About Town in Redondo Beach: Week of May 23 -
Redondo Beach veteran skates 900 miles for charity -
City of Manhattan Beach to pay school district for facility use -
The Foam Ball: A surf contest put on by Alpinestars Sat. June 15th -
Winy’s Kitchen: Winy’s Twist on Lemons Part III -
Mira Costa baseball team reaches CIF Division 3 quarterfinals -
Car2Go gets green light in Hermosa Beach -
Manhattan Beach Unified rescinds majority of teacher layoffs
Sand in my Suit
Sand in my Suit: Party in my Cabana
Every worthwhile institution has its watering hole of debauchery.
Sand in my Suit: I’m really not a waitress
When people ask you, “What do you do?” what do you tell them?
Sand in my Suit: Teenage Dream
One friend will hand you a tissue and tell you that you need to take however much time you need to reflect, mope, and gain closure – which may or may not include a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food.
Sand in my Suit: Louvre Me Louvre Me Not
You know that security blanket I was talking about in my column before last?
Sand in my Suit: Second Honeymoon
“Welcome to Houston”. Those aren’t the words you want to hear when you are flying to a volleyball tournament that’s being held in Siesta Keys, Florida.
Sand in my Suit: Yucatan if you want
How does a girl born and raised in California go nearly 24 years without ever taking the plunge into the deep blue sea?
Sand in my Suit: Charged up Cherry
1 p.m.“Slab” goes the butter on what may be the most naughty side dish in all of Manhattan Beach: a muffin at the Kettle.
Sand in my Suit: Lucky lucky lavender
The only downside to living as opposed to being dead is that bad things can still happen to you.
Sand in my Suit: Who Needs A Prince?
My friend, we’ll call her Chloe, just went through a break-up two Saturdays ago.
Sand in my Suit: Rethinking what it means to wear a suit to work
It seems I’ve been chasing balls all my life—and please, get your mind out of the gutter.