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Erika Schickel is the author of "You're Not the Boss of Me: Adventures of a Modern Mom." She contributes to the Los Angeles Times, LA Weekly, CityBeat and Bust Magazine. In addition to LA Observed she writes online for TheDailyReel.com. A stay-at-home writer, Erika lives in lovely Faircrest Heights, where Mid-City meets the Westside, with her husband and two daughters. Website. Email
Native Intelligence:
Let's face it, a big rock moving past on a truck is not an inherently gripping visual, unless maybe you're a six year-old boy. It is slow and looks a lot like construction.
Rhino Records is revived.
She gaped at me like I was living history -- Miss Jane Pittman come to put her withered lips to the "Young Only" fountain straw of ageism.
There is something gaspingly lovely about seeing a girl in a striped panty being swung through the air at the end of a piece of fluttering silk.
I was sitting in the corner office of my underground bunker the other day, twirling my mustache, wondering how...
Me and my three die-hard Obama Mama galpals had signed up for the Nevada "Drive For Change" canvassing campaign when...
“Feminism,” that thorny, hot-under-the-collar, outspoken bitch, got batted aside by the far more kittenish, media-friendly notion of “Girl Power.”
I was sitting at the breakfast table yesterday, enjoying what is left of the LA Times, when I heard...
Us mommies are mad. We have baked and fundraised, sold magazines and clocked in endless volunteer hours at our children's schools, trying make up for previous budget cuts that have left our schools without teacher's aides, arts programs, working computers, you name it.
He told me he had played music with guys named Chubby Checker, Fats Domino and someone named Muddy Waters, all names I had never heard of and which made me laugh, they sounded so silly.
For me the Book Festival is an opportunity to swan around the green room, gorging on free food and generally sucking up the last sweet drops of milk from the withering teat of Mama Tribune.
Aurelia's Oratorio is a long series of "what ifs?" that get answered in startling, visual terms.
LA City Beat from 2003-2008 was good. I will miss it -- as both a reader and a writer. I really hope you will too.
Dutton's felt like a big "You Are Here" arrow, orienting me in my life.
Hell man, I'm coming from a cinderblocks-and-plywood place.
The screams tore across the street. It sounded like she was being brutally tortured.
Leaky roof? Favorite movie star dead? Wrong candidate leading in the polls? Writer's strike got you broke and hungry?
All us LAO-ers peeled our heiners off our desk chairs this morning and headed to Tarzana for our Second Annual...
All across TV Land, from "House" to "Desperate Housewives," actresses are doing what is known in the theater world as "mask work" -- where they must express through their bodies what can no longer be read in the face.
In this era of hothouse child-rearing, to question achievement-oriented education is close to heresy.
Idleness is the Devil's workshop.
There is a pox on my neighborhood. A quick count reveals there are no fewer than twelve rapist/pedophiles between my house and the mall.
I was at my local Target the other day and noticed a lack of solicitors, then I saw this sign...
Warning: this piece cracks wise, floats a goofy idea, contains copious potty talk (as well as ample alliteration) and is in fairly poor taste. Read at your own risk...and enjoy!
Unless you've been detained in a Gitmo holding cell you probably know that beatboxer Blake Lewis is poised to win American Idol tonight. In that spirit Idol has flown beatboxing grandaddy Doug E Fresh to L.A. to appear on the show for a duet with Blake.
After 83 years of furnishing the homes of Mid-west LA, Horizon Furniture will close.
So many great sights and sounds at the LA Times book festival this weekend but my favorite by far: Standing...
I thought of the tens of bees that had died at my hands, crushed beneath the glossy pages of a food magazine and the irony smacked me upside the head. No bees cross-pollinating the almond and fruit trees? Then no almond pear clafouti. It's that simple. I felt a pang of guilt realizing that not only was I endangering our delicate ecosystem, but also the future of desserts everywhere.
What does a successful television writer/producer do once she has made it? Go back to her first love of course, singing and songwriting.
I would lie in bed and fantasize about James, trying to decide which of his albums I would save first were my room to actually combust from the heat of my passion.
My boob is smashed down in mammogram fashion, but with extra clamps to keep me immobile. As a modest B-cup, it takes a heap of extra squashing to get enough meat on the plate. My "sexy time" mindset ebbs a little as they winch the clamp down harder. 'Ooh yeah baby, that's it, it hurts so good, harder lover' I try to convince myself, but it just isn't working.
Sarah Michelle and Puffy are off power lunching and Divine Design is given over to the fashion bottom-feeders: the freelancers and the part-timers, the waitresses, school teachers and D-girls burned out on haunting the Gap sale racks and jonesing for a smidge of affordable glamour in their low-paid lives.
Everywhere were gals in their going-out best: sparkly tops, cowgirl hats, perfumed cleavage, skinny jeans and sleek LA-meets-Nashville hair. A guy swept past us on his way to the men's room and seeing the bounty of turned-out feminine beauty and goodwill exclaimed , "Wow! Girl power!" Yes siree.
Roughing it with six troops of girls meant soothing their homesickness and trying to outdo the mothers from Beverly Hills. Then the mountain lion showed up.
I live in "Faircrest Heights" We're the neighborhood you see out your car window on the way to the 10 freeway. It's not much to look at, I know, but we're growing good crops here.
Native Intelligence
Jon Christensen and Mark Gold | The next time you're stuck in traffic think about this: You're not just part of the problem. You're part of the solution. And not just for LA, but for the world!
Ellen Alperstein | A documentary film opening today in Los Angeles shows a community struggling to understand how a sex abuser terrorized its children and recast its storied college football identity.
Don Shirley | From a theatergoer's point of view, "choices" are almost always more dramatically engaging than unchosen "orientations."
Iris Schneider | There is a lot to learn at the academy's costume exhibit in the old May Company on Wilshire, but after an hour I found myself seeking solace. There must be a way to create a more conducive environment.
Jenny Burman | He preferred the present. But that's not why they were here.
Gary Leonard | Take My Picture Gary Leonard appears weekly at LA Observed.
Bill Boyarsky
One of the most fascinating elections of the year is still going on in the northeast San Fernando Valley. Unknown Patty Lopez is holding a narrow lead over influential Assemblyman Raul Bocanegra.
Jenny Burman
Before I lived in Echo Park, there was a tiny 1920s bungalow-cottage-standalone house on N. Occidental in Silver Lake. I...
Here in Malibu
Yesterday the sun rose: The clouds were pretty nice: Some neighbors paddled: A dog waited: A garage near Point Dume...