A complete archive of issues from the past and present.

Issues | Santa Cruz Vibes Magazine

Looking for a copy of Santa Cruz Vibes magazine? Use the interactive map below to explore locations across Santa Cruz where you can pick up the latest issue. You can also search the directory by category to find a convenient pick-up spot near you.

Become A Subscriber

Subscribe today to receive Santa Cruz Vibes Magazine, delivered right to your home or work.

<h1 style="text-align: center;">@nellysmagicmoments</h1>

<blockquote>
<h1 style="text-align: center;">iphone images&#8230;</h1>
</blockquote>

<h1 style="text-align: center;">@nellysmagicmoments </h1>

Nelly’s Cali Roots 2024 Photo Gallery

<h4 data-start="439" data-end="732">Your story continues&#8230;.</h4>
By scanning the QR code, you’ve stepped a little deeper into our tale. Tonight’s dinner isn&#8217;t just a menu. It was the first chapter of a three-month story, woven from ancient love, Persian poetry, and the quiet magic of gathering around a table at Laili.
You have crossed from the flavors on your plate into the narrative that inspired them. This page is the continuation — the soft thread between your dinner and Layla &amp; Majnun, the timeless love story that helped shape Laili’s very heartbeat.
So settle in&#8230;.Let the evening slow down a little more. Let this be a gentle continuation of your “Story Menu.”

<h2 data-start="280" data-end="324">A Brief History of Layla &amp; Majnun</h2>
For centuries, this story has lived at the center of Persian and Middle Eastern culture.
Originally a 7th-century Bedouin love legend, the tale of Layla and Qays (who later becomes known as “Majnun,” meaning possessed or mad with love) was passed down as oral poetry long before it became literature.
Its most famous written form came in 1188 CE, when the great Persian poet Nizami Ganjavi transformed the legend into an epic poem as part of his celebrated Khamsa (“Quintet”). Nizami’s version elevated the story from folklore to high art — a sweeping meditation on love, longing, devotion, and the spiritual journey of the heart.
Across time, Layla &amp; Majnun have shaped everything from Sufi philosophy to Ottoman miniature painting to modern Middle Eastern music. It is often described as the Persian “Romeo &amp; Juliet,” though in truth, Shakespeare’s lovers are the imitators — not the originals. Where Western love stories dwell on loss, Layla &amp; Majnun celebrate love as a transformative force. Love as awakening. Love is something that outgrows the world that contains it.
In Persian culture, the names Layla and Majnun have become shorthand for a love so powerful it reshapes the soul — a devotion that exists whether or not the lovers are allowed to be together.
This is the story that lives at the heart of Laili’s cuisine, design, and spirit — the story you stepped into tonight&#8230;.

<h1 style="text-align: center;">A recap from our last dinner together&#8230;&#8230;</h1>
Last month, we opened with a spark—the kind of moment where two people see each other once and everything shifts. That was Layla and Majnun, hearts recognizing something so true that the world rushed to pull them apart. November lived in that beginning: the bright awakening, the first pull before the obstacles arrived.
This is the season where love learns to stretch across distance—Majnun wandering the desert with her name on his breath, Layla sending out whatever small signals she can from behind closed walls. Their devotion becomes a language of fragments: gestures instead of touch, symbols instead of speech.
But in the fuller telling of their story, this distance isn’t just physical—it’s cultural, familial, and emotional. Two young lovers caught in the gravitational pull of their time. Their only weapon? A stubborn tenderness that refuses to wither. Majnun writes her name on stones so the wind might carry it. Layla hides verses inside woven cloth. Every message is a risk. Every silence is a wound.
And yet, somehow, their connection survives. It moves through metaphor, through memory, through whatever vessels are available. It becomes a kind of spiritual endurance—love stripped down to intention.
And that’s exactly where our December menu picks up the story.
Each dish carries that quiet reaching—subtle, intentional, built on the idea that connection can travel even when people cannot. The ingredients echo the world of the poem: humble foods that have crossed deserts and generations, dishes that know something about patience and preservation. This month’s flavors move like their messages do: small, meaningful, heartfelt.
A table where connection still finds a way through, even when the world insists on keeping everything else apart.
&nbsp;

<h3>THE DECEMBER STORY MENU</h3>
<h1 dir="auto">Course 1: The First Signal</h1>
<h3 dir="auto">MEDITERRANEAN PLATE  </h3>
Hummus, tabbouleh, baba ganoush, cucumber yogurt

&nbsp;
<div dir="auto">Course 1 Intention :</div>
<div dir="auto"></div>
<div dir="auto">
In Nizami’s tale, there’s a stretch of the story where Layla and Majnun can’t speak, can’t meet, can’t even exchange a glance — yet somehow their love keeps finding small ways to move through the world. A poem slipped to a friend. A mark in the sand. A gesture that looks ordinary to everyone else but carries an entire universe for the one who understands it.
This mezze lives in that chapter. Hummus, tabbouleh, baba ganoush, cucumber yogurt — simple dishes, humble on the surface, but built from ingredients that travel well across distance. They’re the kinds of foods that have carried families, lovers, and entire cultures through long journeys. Quiet sustenance. Whispered nourishment.
Like Layla’s hidden notes and Majnun’s desert-born verses, these dishes arrive as small offerings with big meaning — reminders that connection doesn’t always require grand declarations. Sometimes it’s enough to share something modest, nourishing, and made with intention.
This is a plate full of signals, saying: “I’m still here.”
</div>

<h1 dir="auto">Course 2: Majnun’s Desert Prayer </h1>

<h3><span data-buffer="&lt;!--(Adobe)%7B%22type%22%3A%22horizonObject%22%2C%22metadata%22%3A%7B%22sourceContext%22%3A%2266904c88-d103-4812-848b-a5bfa1b3070d%22%7D%2C%22payload%22%3A%7B%22docId%22%3A%22urn%3Aaaid%3Asc%3AVA6C2%3A67b4ca85-be3a-48fb-a372-f4433329e13f%22%2C%22repositoryId%22%3A%22urn%3Aaaid%3Asc%3AVA6C2%3A73eb21bc-65f1-4f40-8e3c-0819966ce515%22%2C%22copyClientId%22%3A%22d50bf9a1-150d-410f-9ede-668a1bccbc10%22%2C%22docModel%22%3A%7B%22isFullDocument%22%3Afalse%2C%22serializedECS%22%3A%7B%22AssetInfo%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22BitmapReference%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22ForwardReference%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22BitmapRole%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22BlendMode%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22CanvasColor%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ContentCredentialsMetadata%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22LinkedAssetMetadata%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22EllipseGeometry%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22FillChildOf%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22ChildOf%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22FillColor%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22IsColor%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22FillTransform%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22FillType%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ImageSaliencyMetadata%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22InvisibleBoundingBox%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22IsCropGroup%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22LineGeometry%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22MarkedForImport%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ObjectFit%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22OriginalResourceRef%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22PixelInformation%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22RectangleCornerRadii%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22RectangleGeometry%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceAvailability%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceHasCaiData%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceChildOf%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22ChildOf%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceCollectionChildOf%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22ChildOf%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22WeakChildOf%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceCollectionInfo%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceCollectionOriginalContentHashSHA1%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceCollectionOriginalFileName%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceCollectionOriginalMimeType%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceCollectionOriginalResourceSize%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceDimensions%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceInfo%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceNeedsPublishing%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourcePreferredPixelFormat%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceUrl%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22SceneNodeAspectLock%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22SceneNodeChildOf%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22ChildOf%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22SceneNodeLockCurrent%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22AffectsEditabilityTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22SceneNodeLockMinimum%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22SceneNodeName%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22SceneNodeOpacity%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22SceneNodeTransform%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22SceneNodeType%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22slot%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22StrokeCap%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22StrokeChildOf%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22ChildOf%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22StrokeColor%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22IsColor%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22StrokeDashGeometry%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22StrokeJoin%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22StrokeMiter%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22StrokePosition%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22StrokeType%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22StrokeWidth%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22SourceAssetIdentifier%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22TimingInfo%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22VisibleBoundingBox%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22XMPMetadata%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22BatchCreateDataMapping%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22Persistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22SceneNodeAncestorLockState%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22AffectsEditabilityTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22%23decoration%22%3A%7B%22NonPersistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22%23canvas%22%3A%7B%22NonPersistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22%23effects%22%3A%7B%22NonPersistable%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceIsUploading%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22PendingSave%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22ResourceCollectionIsStoringInIDB%22%3A%7B%22ComponentWithTrait%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22PendingSave%22%3A%7B%7D%7D%2C%22fffb511c-e533-43cd-bddd-d2f248f6741a%22%3A%7B%22SceneNodeTransform%22%3A%7B%22x%22%3A754.4375%2C%22y%22%3A2055.4755859375%2C%22rotation%22%3A0%7D%2C%22SceneNodeType%22%3A%7B%22type%22%3A%22Text%22%7D%2C%22TextType%22%3A%7B%22allowMultiframe%22%3Afalse%7D%2C%22TextAlignment%22%3A%7B%22alignment%22%3A3%7D%2C%22TextGeometry%22%3A%7B%22type%22%3A2%2C%22damaged%22%3Afalse%2C%22width%22%3A258.2349853515625%2C%22height%22%3A15.687091827392578%2C%22baselineOffset%22%3A0%7D%2C%22TextModel%22%3A%7B%22text%22%3A%22ARUGULA%20PESTO%20PASTA%20-%2025%20%22%2C%22styles%22%3A%7B%22ranges%22%3A%5B%7B%22charStyle%22%3A%7B%22assigned%22%3A495%2C%22font%22%3A%7B%22source%22%3A%22AF%22%2C%22id%22%3A%22TkD-54426-ad9bc73ed9e9a64efd0eca3d4a6f052eef7b30ed%22%2C%22postscriptName%22%3A%22Bellefair-Regular%22%2C%22family%22%3A%22Bellefair%22%2C%22style%22%3A%22Regular%22%7D%2C%22originalFont%22%3A%7B%22source%22%3A%22AF%22%2C%22id%22%3A%22TkD-54426-ad9bc73ed9e9a64efd0eca3d4a6f052eef7b30ed%22%2C%22postscriptName%22%3A%22Bellefair-Regular%22%2C%22family%22%3A%22Bellefair%22%2C%22style%22%3A%22Regular%22%7D%2C%22fontSize%22%3A13.994000434875488%2C%22color%22%3A%7B%22a%22%3A1%2C%22r%22%3A0%2C%22g%22%3A0%2C%22b%22%3A0%7D%2C%22strikethrough%22%3Afalse%2C%22tracking%22%3A0%2C%22underline%22%3Afalse%2C%22features%22%3A%5B%5D%2C%22textScript%22%3A0%2C%22openTypeFeatures%22%3A%5B%5D%7D%2C%22length%22%3A25%7D%5D%2C%22paragraphs%22%3A%5B%7B%22style%22%3A%7B%22leading%22%3A%7B%22amount%22%3A1.2000000476837158%2C%22type%22%3A1%7D%2C%22listStyle%22%3A%7B%22listId%22%3A%22%22%2C%22listLevel%22%3A0%7D%2C%22direction%22%3A0%2C%22spaceAfter%22%3A0%2C%22spaceBefore%22%3A0%2C%22assigned%22%3A15%7D%2C%22length%22%3A25%7D%5D%2C%22listStyles%22%3A%5B%5D%7D%2C%22objectStyle%22%3A%7B%22languageLayoutProfile%22%3A%7B%22name%22%3A%22langDefault%22%2C%22version%22%3A1%7D%7D%7D%2C%22TextDefaultValueChanged%22%3A%7B%7D%2C%22ArtboardRelativeSceneNodeTransform%22%3A%7B%22x%22%3A754.4375%2C%22y%22%3A2055.4755859375%2C%22rotation%22%3A0%7D%2C%22CopyPastePixelInformation%22%3A%7B%22density%22%3A300%7D%7D%7D%2C%22version%22%3A376%2C%22draftDocumentModels%22%3A%22%22%2C%22mimeType%22%3A%22application%2Fvnd.adobe.hz.express%2Bdcx%22%2C%22minCompatibleVersion%22%3A376%7D%2C%22entityIds%22%3A%5B%22fffb511c-e533-43cd-bddd-d2f248f6741a%22%5D%7D%7D(/Adobe)--&gt;">ARUGULA PESTO PASTA </h3>
house-made fettuccine in cream sauce with sun-dried tomatoes, kalamata olives, artichoke hearts, walnuts (add chicken or grilled prawns)

<div dir="auto">Course 2 Intention :</div>
There’s a moment in Layla &amp; Majnun when the story shifts from longing to resourcefulness — when each lover must find new ways to send meaning through the narrow cracks the world still allows. No more stolen glances; no more shared air. Instead, their love begins moving through symbols disguised as the everyday. A sprig of herbs wrapped into a cloth. A pattern traced into bread dough. A mark on a vessel delivered by a hand that claims to know nothing.
These weren’t grand gestures. They were ordinary things carrying extraordinary weight — intention disguised as daily life.
This pasta course lives in that chapter.
Arugula pesto, sun-dried tomatoes, kalamata olives, artichoke hearts — ingredients that each carry a lineage of preservation, patience, and meaning. Foods that withstand time. Foods that survive distance. Foods that have always been used to signal hospitality, acceptance, remembrance.
Just as Layla tucked verses into woven cloth, this dish tucks flavor into layers: brightness inside cream, depth inside salt, tenderness inside heat. A bowl that feels familiar from a distance, but reveals its heart only when you sit with it.
It’s a dish built like their love — not loud, not lavish, but layered with intention.
A reminder that connection doesn’t always arrive as fireworks; sometimes it arrives as warmth in a bowl, shared between two people trying to say the things the world won’t let them say out loud.

Course 3: Reunion In Imagination

<h2 data-start="262" data-end="299">PISTACHIO BAKLAVA</h2>
hand-layered, house-made, pistachio

As Layla &amp; Majnun moves deeper into its story, the distance between them hardens, but the sweetness doesn’t disappear — it just becomes more internal. Majnun holds entire worlds of tenderness inside his chest. Layla guards her love like a hidden flame, letting it burn quietly rather than risk losing it altogether.
This is the part of the tale where longing takes on a softer shape. Not desperate — devotional. Not loud — enduring.
And in so many cultures touched by this story, the desserts carry that symbolism: sweetness wrapped in patience, joy earned through painstaking layers, care revealed only when you take the time to reach the heart of it.
Which is exactly what baklava is.
A Sweetness Made of Layers, Like Their Devotion&#8230;.
Hand-layered baklava is an act of time, detail, and care — delicate sheets built one atop another until they form something strong, golden, and fragrant. A dessert that looks simple from afar but reveals its craftsmanship only when you lean in.
This course honors the layered nature of their love: hidden, protected, unfolding slowly.
A reminder that sweetness doesn’t vanish under pressure; it just waits, held together by intention.

<h2 data-start="283" data-end="348">December: The Season of Distance, Devotion &amp; Quiet Signals</h2>
If November was indeed the spark — that first electric moment when Layla and Majnun saw one another and something in both of them shifted forever — then December is the echo that follows. It’s the part of the tale where the world tightens around them, where glances become memories and memories become longing. The love is still young, still bright, still unmistakably alive… it’s just learning to move through different channels now.
In Nizami’s telling, this is where affection becomes endurance.
Majnun is not yet the wild desert wanderer he will become, but he is unmistakably changed — awake in a way that frightens the people around him. Layla, meanwhile, moves through her world with a quiet fire of her own, sending what signals she can through the narrow openings society allows. Their connection doesn’t disappear; it adapts. It shifts into fragments, symbols, coded messages that only the two of them understand.
This month’s menu sits right inside that emotional terrain.
Each dish is intentionally built to echo this chapter of the story: ingredients that travel distance, flavors layered with meaning, offerings rooted in the idea that connection can still find a way through even when people cannot. These are foods that speak softly but with purpose — the culinary equivalent of a whispered poem or a gesture slipped through a doorway.
December is where the love deepens. Where longing becomes language. Where devotion becomes its own form of courage.
And just as their story turns toward a more profound, more vulnerable stretch, our series does too.
Because January is the moment we’ve been heading toward — the final table in this three-part journey, where everything Layla and Majnun have held, hoped, and survived comes into focus. A menu shaped by reunion, reckoning, and the truths that rise when love has endured every obstacle placed in its path.
Reserve your place for December — and stay with us as we walk toward the closing chapter of their tale in January.

A Vibes Story Menu: Laili’s “Layla and Majnun”

Santa Cruz is a town built on connection — lineups that become family, neighborhoods that look after each other, and a creative ecosystem where someone always knows someone who can help you find your footing. We’re good at community in the public sense: checking in, showing up, sharing waves, supporting the scene.
But there’s one angle we don’t always follow through on — the stories inside our own homes. The quiet histories. The questions we’ve never asked the people who raised us.
That’s where Kyle Thiermann’s new book, One Last Question Before You Go, hits with the weight of a soft but undeniable call to action. It asks this famously connected town to look inward for a moment — to the mothers, fathers, step-parents, and elders whose stories we’ve lived next to our entire lives without ever fully hearing them.
From the jump, Kyle carries that rare blend of groundedness and curiosity — like the air around him slows just enough for the conversation to deepen without effort. It’s not performance; it’s presence. Maybe it comes from living close to the ocean, to risk, to stories, and to questions many of us quietly avoid.
He grew up straddling two worlds after his parents split — half his time on the Westside, half on the Eastside. “I could go over and surf the Lane for half the week,” he told me, “and then go surf Pleasure Point for the other half.”
Two breaks, one kid, always moving. He laughed, remembering it: “Geographically not very far away, but really they are two different cultures… and even more so when I grew up.”
Before the surf career, before the writing, before the book, he was a skate rat at The Fun Spot — the old wharf-side skatepark that shaped a generation of Santa Cruz kids. Somewhere between skate ramps, the Lane, and Pleasure Point, a storyteller was forming.
His earliest films were lo-fi surf spoofs with friends — CKY-era chaos mixed with Jackass-level creativity. But the storytelling itch kept evolving. He wrote pieces for Outside, SURFER, and the Discovery Channel, reporting everywhere from Chilean Indigenous conflicts to ecological mysteries in Hawaii. His creative work eventually shaped campaigns for Patagonia, Yeti, and MUD\WTR — billboards above LAX, viral videos seen by millions.
But the medium that changed everything wasn’t film or journalism — it was the podcast.
Kyle’s podcast, The Kyle Thiermann Show, now spans more than 400 episodes with guests ranging from Dr. Peter Attia to Mick Fanning to astrophysicists, sex therapists, and educators. And through all those conversations, he realized something unsettling:
“Most of us were taught that asking questions makes you look stupid,” he said. “But it’s the opposite. Asking questions is a portal into the unknown.”

Ironically, he realized he was good at asking deep questions everywhere except where it mattered most — at home.
That truth revealed itself during a podcast interview with his dad, Eric, a documentary filmmaker, eccentric thinker, flea-market negotiator who loved the game more than the deal. The conversation was lively, revealing, and fun. But the email the next morning hit with unexpected weight:
“Hey, thanks for having me on your podcast. It made me feel like what I had to say was important.”
Kyle sat with that for a long time.
“I had spent all this time getting good at asking people questions, but I had never turned that skill around and asked my parents any questions,” he said.
That sentence became the seed of One Last Question Before You Go.
But it wasn’t connected to a sense of urgency until life made it urgent.
Two years after that podcast, Kyle’s mother was helping a friend back out of a parking garage. The gate arm came down unexpectedly, slamming onto her head and breaking her hip and femur.
“She’s in her mid-70s,” he said. “A broken hip is often the first domino that leads to death.”
Time suddenly felt finite.
Kyle realized how many stories from his mother’s life he only half-understood. If she’d died, whole eras — Berkeley protests, early adulthood, the messy victories and private defeats — would’ve vanished with her. So he began asking questions, real ones. Specific ones. Ones rooted in curiosity rather than convenience.

What surprised Thiermann most was how much grief surfaced during the interviews — not later, not after, but during the interviews themselves. He realized early on that sitting across from a parent with a recorder running brings mortality into the room, whether anyone names it or not. As he put it, part of the tension comes from the unspoken truth that “you’re doing this because, in part, they’re going to die and you want this to be around later”.
He didn’t shy away from that discomfort. He moved toward it.
Throughout the writing of the book, he stayed in close touch with a hospice nurse — “the most comfortable person with death of anyone I’ve ever met”. She reminded him that death is not a taboo subject; it’s simply part of being human. Her perspective gave him a kind of ballast as he interviewed his parents — a reminder that fear, love, grief, and curiosity can all exist in the same conversation.
But on the other side of all that heaviness was something unexpected — a steadiness.
“Having done this, I’m more prepared for my parents’ death than I would have been,” he said. “It is a stoic, memento mori–style practice that allows you to act better around them in the future.”
That line isn’t morbid. It’s mature. It’s the kind of emotional adulthood most of us never name out loud.
And Kyle’s clarity here feels like the deeper heartbeat of the entire project: interviewing your parents isn’t just about preserving stories — it’s about preparing your heart. It’s about grieving in small, honest increments now so you’re not crushed all at once later. It’s about presence, not fear; intimacy, not avoidance.
In a culture that rushes past anything uncomfortable, Kyle chose to sit in it — and came out the other side more human for it.

“It’s amazing what we don’t remember… until we’re asked about it specifically.”
He interviewed his mom, his dad, his stepdad. He asked about the moments between the milestones. He asked about fears, beliefs, mistakes, hopes, contradictions — all the things that make a person human beyond the role of “parent.”
He traveled the country in his ’97 Ford RV — Starflight — meeting memory researchers, hospice nurses, communication experts, and writers. Every conversation helped him understand not just the mechanics of memory, but the emotional architecture of identity.
One idea hit particularly hard: we don’t remember the original events of our lives — we remember the last time we told the story.
Every retelling reinforces who we believe we are.
Kyle realized which stories he’d been cementing — and how many stories he’d never bothered to ask his parents to tell.
As he dug deeper, interviewing them became less about archiving their lives and more about recalibrating his own. With his mom, long-standing political tension softened as he re-met the young activist who marched through Berkeley in 1970. With his dad, he discovered quiet depths of meaning behind simple statements that might have slipped past him years ago.
It wasn’t easy work.
“Interviewing your parents is like a psychedelic trip,” says Thiermann. “It’s useful for most, life-changing for some — but not for everyone. You don’t leave it going ‘Woohoo!’ You leave it like, ‘Whoa… gnarly.’”

And somewhere in the middle of all this inquiry, something else surfaced: a cultural critique.
“We’re a culture obsessed with youth,” he said. “We put all the attention on people who don’t know anything yet.”
His book pushes back — gently but directly — insisting that wisdom still matters, that elders still hold the map, and that curiosity is one of the purest forms of love.
Writing the book became its own discipline. Kyle treated it like athletic training — timer set, distractions removed, draft after draft after draft. He’d hand-copy pages of David Sedaris to internalize rhythm and humor. He transformed old resentments into material, using the alchemy of narrative to turn painful truths into something almost — unbelievably funny.
And in doing so, he found a deeper understanding of his parents. Of himself. Of the stories that raise us, haunt us, protect us, and limit us.

As our conversation wound down, I kept thinking about how one honest question can shift years of emotional gravity. Interviewing your parents won’t instantly heal old wounds. It won’t rewrite history. But it creates a new space between you — a space big enough for truth to breathe.
And truth, when given a little room, can change a relationship entirely.
One Last Question Before You Go isn’t really about death, though mortality quietly shapes its edges. It’s about perspective — about seeing the people who shaped us as full, complicated humans. It’s about recognizing that identity is built story by story. And it’s about the courage it takes to ask questions that may change what we think we know.
Thiermann says you don’t need a whole weekend or a perfectly lit moment. You just need to start. A car ride. A walk. Five questions. The smallest opening is often all it takes.
In a fast culture that moves on quickly, forgets easily, and worships the next thing,  One Last Question Before You stands as a reminder that wisdom isn’t a trending topic — it’s a lineage. That memories are alive. That stories evolve.
As a complete work, the book dares to propose that our lives are shaped less by the answers we’ve been carrying and more by the questions we’re finally brave enough to ask.
<hr />
<h2 data-start="7787" data-end="8135">One Last Question Before You Go </h2>
<h3 data-start="7787" data-end="8135">Book Tour Stop</h3>
Tuesday November 25, 2025 
Patagonia Santa Cruz
More Info: <a href="https://onelastquestion.splashthat.com/">https://onelastquestion.splashthat.com/</a>

<h3>Listen to the full Vibes Drop In interview:</h3>

Nelly’s Cali Roots 2024 Photo Gallery

And a very irie bonus : Full set concerts of Ziggy & Tribal Seeds!

@nellysmagicmoments

iphone images…

@nellysmagicmoments

Become a Subscriber