Editors Picks

With her ebullient personality and ever-present smile, 2013 Claremont High School graduate and Olympic medalist Brittany Brown really knows how to connect with the community that helped set her on her path. Brown, who came home from the 2024 Paris Summer Olympic Games with a bronze medal in the 200 meters, was honored by the city with a parade and rally on Wednesday. See our coverage from the big day. Courier photo/Peter Weinberger

“Isn’t Israel, in how it is conducting its campaign to destroy Hamas, combined with the steady stream of images of dead innocent Palestinian children flooding our social media feeds, very likely creating a far more dangerous enemy?”

Seventeen-year-old Vivian Webb School senior Jenny Wang, co-editor-in-chief of the Webb Canyon Chronicle, captain of the school’s debate team and co-ed badminton squad, and podcaster, can now add “published author” to her already bulging resume. Her first book, “Universal Faith: Conversations with 15 Religious Leaders in Southern California,” was published August 29 and is available at amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com. Photo/by Emily Li

A woman wearing a sleek suit with a ruffled shirt and bow tie sits on a stool on a stage, holding a guitar. As the lights go up, her fingers begin to fly up and down the neck as her right hand plucks the strings in a blur, releasing the notes of a soul-stirring flamenco song. The musician is Charo, whose guitar virtuosity has been one of pop culture’s best-kept (or perhaps most-ignored) secrets. But she’s aiming to change that. At 7:30 p.m. Saturday, September 16 she’ll debut a new guitar-centric show at Lewis Family Playhouse, 12505 Cultural Center Dr., Rancho Cucamonga, CA 91739. Tickets are more info are at cityofrc.us/events. Photo/courtesy of Reyes Entertainment

It was difficult to comprehend what I was seeing in that Lake Tahoe hotel room back in 1993. We’d had a few beers and shared a joint, and things were a little fuzzy. “This is a hold-up,” read the note, handwritten on neatly folded yellow legal paper. “You will not be harmed … Put the money in the envelop … Keep smiling – be quick … There is two of us.” He would hand that note to a bank teller and stand there calmly while she — it was always a woman, he said — crammed stacks of bills into a manila envelope. That kind of risk — and cruelty — was as foreign to me as I could imagine. I’d never been so close to a criminal before, and this one was my father.