Read This If You Like Biking at Midnight
It’s pitch black, 2:30 a.m. I’m standing on the edge of a breaker, waves crashing around me, looking back at San Francisco....
Inside the ‘Mrs. Doubtfire’ House
I was first exposed to San Francisco through the movie Mrs. Doubtfire....
It Takes Two
Often the most romantic thing a young person can hope for in this city is that the guy or gal they were making eyes with at the bar last night will write a Missed Connection about them the next morning....
Mad Hatters
I was never content with wearing women’s hats. Dainty pillbox hats reminiscent of Jackie O are not my style....
Heaven Scent: Perfume-Paired Dinner at Woodward’s Garden
Perfume is a lot like food. The quality of its ingredients and the know-how that goes into its preparation are key....
In Rye Spirits
My love for the spirit started one night, closing at my very first waitressing job....
A Trip to the Tippy Top of the Transamerica
I went to The Page Bar the other night to have a beer and write a little in my notebook, but before the fluffy head of my Guinness could settle under the tap, I’d struck up a neighborly conversation with the group of strangers next to me....
Don’t Fear the Beard
After having my heart broken by a lady in the late’90s, I grew the most disgusting woman-repellent trucker mustache in an attempt to make my face say what my mouth couldn’t: “Fuck off!” For the first few months it worked brilliantly…...
Introducing The Bold Italic Office!
In a city of start-ups that offer employees ice cream socials and creative hideaways, I wanted The Bold Italic to play ball with the big boys and have an office that reflected the personality of the staff....
Word to Your Mother
Everyone remembers their first time. Drinking kombucha, that is....
Holy Capp
I became a Lost Church disciple back in January, when an invitation to see local alt-country idol Paula Frazer came with the additional intrigue of watching her perform in a mysterious venue....
The Survival Guide to Breakups
I’m currently sleeping on my cousins’ couch in the Castro. Well, that’s not entirely accurate....