Steve Lopez is a California native who has been a Los Angeles Times columnist since 2001. He has won more than a dozen national journalism awards and is a four-time Pulitzer finalist. Lopez is the author most recently of “Independence Day: What I Learned About Retirement, From Some Who’ve Done It and Some Who Never Will.” His book “The Soloist,” inspired by his columns on his relationship with a Juilliard-trained homeless person, was a Los Angeles Times and New York Times best-seller, winner of the PEN USA Literary Award for Non-Fiction, and the subject of a Dream Works movie by the same name. He has also written three novels and two column collections.
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20 years ago, an undocumented landscaper was shot but insisted on returning to work. Today his daughter marches for him.
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Lopez: Five months after wildfires, it’s still PTSD for animals: Pets trying to shake depression
‘Dogs see the world in patterns — that’s how we’re able to train them. The No. 1 thing is to create a new normal.’
Trump is sending an army to Los Angeles, but isn’t this invasion really about putting on a show, creating a crisis where there was none?
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Lopez: Three years away from the Olympics, L.A. is tripping over hurdles and trying to play catchup
As lead host and a partner in the staging of the next year’s World Cup and 2028 Olympic Games, L.A.’s reputation is on the line.
How will millions of seniors get healthcare, especially with Trump’s policies on immigration and proposed cuts to Medicaid?
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Lopez: Four months into insurance claim delays and disputes, a new blow to fire victims: A rate hike
Insurance Commissioner Ricardo Lara handed State Farm General a 17% emergency rate hike.
Six teams of softball players from 50 to 80-plus square off weekly in Pico Rivera.
Alcatraz as a prison? What about a coliseum that features Jan. 6 patriots? Hearst Castle as the Western White House? And don’t forget Trump Tower Torrance.
I’m here to tell you how lucky I’ve been for half a century, why I wouldn’t change a thing if someone loaded me into a time machine, and why, even though I’m buckled into a seat on the Hindenburg.