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It is September in Long Beach and it feels like the sun personally has a vendetta against us. Heatwave, humidity, that weird sticky-hot-but-also-somehow-breezy combo that makes you sweat through your […]

You don’t need a plane ticket to Munich for a proper stein-raising, pretzel-eating, polka-dancing good time — though if you’ve actually been to Munich, you know the bar is high.

Let’s just say it out loud together: summer is officially over. I know, I know — take a breath, grab a tissue, whatever you need. But hear me out: that

I’ve been working remotely since 2008 — long before it was a pandemic-era buzzword, back when people still asked what “remote work” even meant. In all that time, my routine

So this week straight up torched us. Between the heat and everyone’s group chat being one giant “I can’t even” — we are crispy. But guess what? The weekend is

Holy shit it’s hot. An Extreme Heat Warning dropped on the LBC — through Friday night, highs flirting with 95°. Yeah, yeah, we know: “just go to the beach.” Groundbreaking

Summer might be winding down, but this city sure isn’t. The kids are heading back to school, the tourists are on their way back home, and somehow Long Beach still

When I was a little girl, my dad used to walk me over to Russell’s in Naples — this tiny little diner tucked into Naples Plaza, the kind of place

Y’all. Look at the calendar with me for a second. We’ve got, what, two weeks of “real” summer left before everyone’s back-to-school brain kicks in and pumpkin spice starts creeping