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I’ve always loved food—it’s what I live for, ask my family. Growing up in the San Fernando Valley in the 1980s, Sunday brunch wasn’t just about eating; it was a full-on experience. The Valley, a sprawling region in Los Angeles County, is known for its suburban neighborhoods, entertainment industry ties, and a surprisingly robust restaurant scene. If I’d been a little older in the late 1980s, I might have been a food critic in training, documenting every sizzling fajita, tower

A Night in the Valley, 1987 Big attitude, bigger hair, and Van Halen’s 5150 blasting through the speakers of my 1973 VW Super Beetle. This Bug had been through it all. The odometer was stuck somewhere deep in the past, and the gas gauge was broken. The brakes were so worn I planned every route by altitude—which was hard to avoid if you were at all familiar with the outlying hills of the San Fernando Valley. One time, my back tire flew off and passed me on the road. I watched

What is it about being over 50 that sends employers running? Do they think I can’t shimmy into a pencil skirt anymore? Or maybe I’m missing the trendy tattoo that signals “yes, I’m cool and totally with it.” Or is it the looming shadow of Medicare that has them assuming I’ll keel over before the next performance review? Honestly, it’s probably all of the above. And let’s be clear: I’d still look fantastic in the skirt. Here’s the truth—experience isn’t a liability. It’s lever

If you've ever hung up from a Medicare phone call feeling more confused than when you dialed, you're not alone. During my time working with Medicare members, I spoke with people all day long who were trying to do the right thing. They weren't looking for special treatment or loopholes. They simply wanted to understand their benefits, their bills, and how Medicare worked alongside their supplemental coverage. Many had already called Medicare before reaching out to me. Some had

This New Year’s Eve, I’m not squeezing into uncomfortable shoes, the pastel-colored Angora sweater dress and belt, shouting over strangers, pretending chaos is “festive,” or waking up paying the price for all that “fun.” I’ve done plenty of loud, crowded New Year’s Eves — laughed hard, stayed out too late, and regretted it the next day, thank you. These days, we’re home (we’ve been doing that for several years now), we just give New Year’s Eve a little extra sparkle in the ki

Pamela Savage is a fine art photographer whose work blends realism, conceptual imagery, and surrealism through emotionally driven visual storytelling. Selected works can be viewed at PamelaSavage.com. Her photography often focuses on ordinary subjects that carry a deeper sense of history, mystery, or emotional weight. Abandoned schoolhouses, bridges, weathered cars, and overlooked spaces become layered studies in memory, atmosphere, and human experience. Having lived in Washi

For me, photography has never been about snapping a pretty picture and moving on. It’s about taking something ordinary and pulling it...

There’s something about the summer of 1979 that still sticks with me. That was the year I boarded the church bus from First Baptist of...

Introduction Weddings come packed with dreams, plans, and sometimes unforgettable surprises. Mine checked all those boxes. What started as a whirlwind San Fernando Valley love story turned into a lesson in vendor reliability, with a side of musical chaos. Here’s what my wedding day taught me about the value of showing up and why really good copy matters just as much as the great service that follows. We Were Valley Kids My now-husband and I were classic SoCal kids—Valley orig

Laguna Beach exemplifies how an artist community thrives when creativity is nurtured holistically—through both art and communication. The collaboration between artists and copywriters is a perfect example of this synergy.