Coming Up Roses

Coming Up Roses

“You’re on in five,” said Benji, the entertainment manager of Sully & Co. Burger Bar in downtown Santa Barbara, who wore a silver ring on each of his long-nailed fingers and smelled of whiskey, cigarette smoke and sweat. Usually this was the time backstage when Lennie’s band—The Backward Compliments—would huddle

Sunshine Blues on a Rainy Day

Sunshine Blues on a Rainy Day

It’s raining today in Newport Beach. And not a romantic, heavy downpour kind of rain but a slow, lazy drizzle that makes you want to stay inside with a cup of coffee and watch Food Network marathons all day while wearing your pajamas. Random example. But from what I hear,

Do You Read?

Do You Read?

By Melissa Marni Dixon knew the exact moment when he crossed the county line. The deflated tension, the automatic exhale. Cops in Desperado were slow as the town they rode through on old horses or rusted police cars. Here rock and roll meant windswept stones and lonely tumbleweeds. Here time

THE DISAPPEARING ACT

THE DISAPPEARING ACT

For the third week in a row, Janet forgot to shave her legs. The first time she forgot was on a Sunday when she was changing into her swimsuit for Joel’s pool party. Janet looked at her legs as she slipped on the pink bottom to her tankini and after

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