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March For Our Lives

RISING FROM THE ASHES OF TRAGEDY. Being part of such a powerful movement was bittersweet. The 2018 March for Our Lives was full of energy and forceful voices of young people demanding…

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How I’d Like to Die Given the Choice

I’ve been thinking a lot about death lately. Witnessing my parents-in-law at ages 92 and 90—a long, slow and cruel decline with neither showing any signs of wanting to give up on…

Floating Doctors—What Ships are For

“A Ship in port is safe. But that is not what ships are for.” —Grace Hopper FLOATING DOCTORS CELEBRATES ITS NINTH ANNIVERSARY THIS MONTH. WE THOUGHT IT APPROPRIATE TO TAKE TIME TO…

Kym Gold, Trailblazing Entrepreneur

Kym Gold was already a successful businesswoman and designer with three fashion companies under her belt when she and her then-husband Jeff Lubell co-founded True Religion in 2002. The marriage ended in…

Rose Wiley, Topanga’s Living Legend

Rose Wiley has lived in Topanga her whole life and is our eldest native. Her grandfather, Francisco Trujillo, boarded horses and lived off the land while homesteading here in 1886. Rose, the…

A Fine Line to Travel

THIS TOPANGA FAMILY DOESN’T TRAVEL JUST TO TRAVEL. THEY ALSO RESEARCH THE HOST COMMUNITIES THEY VISIT AND BRING ITEMS THAT CONTRIBUTE SOMETHING TO IMPROVE THE LIVES OF OTHERS. When Dawn and Phil…

The Adamson House at Christmastide

Every year, docents at the historic Adamson House and Malibu Lagoon Museum decorate the 1929 Spanish Colonial revival home and open its doors for special holiday-themed evening tours. It’s a great opportunity…

A Japanese Meditation Garden In Topanga

Due to the drought our beautiful front lawn went from dark green to ugly brown. When the water restrictions were lifted, a makeover was in order. My wife, Denise, and I decided we didn’t…

For Her Pleasure and Wellness

  One is surprised to learn that the most talked about intimacy lube for women’s pleasure is created by a man.  Then again, why not? Mathew Gerson is the son of a…

Christmas at the Pond

A weekend “walk” in the park usually meant the opposite. We’d sit or lie down on blankets, pick at picnic foods and fall asleep under the meager British sunshine. If any walking…