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Arts | Glenn Tugwell Poetry

Highway 12   Vineyards march by like vast armies in formation preparing for intoxication as I drive down into the heart of the Valley of The Moon and admire its mountains.   Vineyards recede mysteriously into the spring mists of a dream rising out of... Continue

A Day in the Life – Sonoma Valley in Photographs

Welcome to The Sun’s annual tradition, our special all-photo issue. What does a typical day in the Valley look like? The following pictures, all shot on December 8, will give you some idea. [Best_Wordpress_Gallery id="40" gal_title="Day in the life 2023"] Continue

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus

September, 1897 -- DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’ Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus? VIRGINIA O’HANLON 115... Continue

Confronting hate

The political and cultural divisions currently plaguing our country have stimulated an outpouring of hate. Playing on our appreciation of the right to freedom of expression, extremist groups and individuals are spreading their vitriolic, bigoted, and abhorrent beliefs by using Zoom during public meetings of... Continue

Halloween and the Rite of Reversal

By George McKale | From The Sun archives As many residents of Sonoma can attest, hauntings are not limited to Halloween. In this town, the dead can be heard scratching at the walls, howling at the moon, appearing on the darkest of nights as shimmering... Continue

SV Hospital’s Project Pink now offers year-round access

Sonoma Valley Hospital now offers no-cost mammogram screenings year-round for uninsured and underinsured Sonoma Valley women ages 40 years and older The screening program, known as Project Pink, had been only one month, October. But thanks to a grant from Sonoma Valley Hospital Foundation, it’s... Continue

Christmas eve at the Sonoma Mission, 1827

By George McKale | From The Sun archives -- In the winter of 1827, the relatively new mission near the base of our hills was frozen. It was Christmas Eve morning at Mission San Francisco Solano, or so Reverend Father Fortuni thought. There was a... Continue