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One in a series of historical nuggets that local author, historian, and teacher Jim Gregory has mined from our rich, robust, and sometimes rowdy past here on the Central Coast of…

In the moldering ruins of Holyrood Castle, where Mary Queen of Scots lived, loved, suffered, where her secretary Rizzio was murdered, in the crumbling Abbey where Mary prayed, Mendelssohn found…

Mountain View Cemetery, San Bernardino   The long hallway from the lobby to the KVEC radio studio on Sacramento Drive in San Luis Obispo is lined with memories, vintage black-and-white…

In the spring of 2015, on a three-week trip to Paris and the British Isles, I took my new Samsung Galaxy S6. I was able to use Facebook, respond to…

THEY GATHERED IN THE BIOLUMINESCENCE OF THE FIREFLIES UNTIL THEY TOO BECAME THE SUMMER NIGHT SKY —from "Bioluminescence" by Diana Sudyka Everything comingling as if the air we breathe The…

*Or, My Quest To Find the Brothers Grimm   An autumn leaf collection, with dates and places written on each one in black ink. Paper cut into the shapes of…

The view out my window Sitting in my recliner Is straight out of a Japanese painting Full moon setting through a barren Winter tree Behind the fog and the coastal…

Everything shifts with the push and pull of tides. Wood, stones, glass get sucked out, and the waves give back sticks of smooth-edged driftwood, pebbles to hold in our hands,…

I fancy myself a bicoastal woman. The forging of this status began on a bitingly cold day in Lexington, Massachusetts in the winter of 1959 as I walked with childhood…

Along with three other sightless bundles of fur, the entity destined to spend 20 years of her life with me was born in the early morning hours of the first…