The 38 Geary bus line calls this place home, trekking from downtown Market Street through Union Square up Cathedral Hill past Japan Town and onto my ‘hood, ultimately spending the night at what I call the Muni Hotel one block…
Quirky Alone
There is this movement called Quirky Alone started in San Francisco by a pretty girl my age. She was a panelist at a Commonwealth event that I went to on women writers. The movement is about single independence and power….
Say It Ain’t So
He’s got a bachelor pad. I wouldn’t even call it a pad. It’s a mansion in Belvedere, across the Golden Gate Bridge in Marin. Tiburon territory. There aren’t any feminine flourishes, no picture frames, no baked goods on the counter,…
Funny
I had to share this. I am aching for a vacation. I spend any free minute I have surfing vacation hot spots, perusing travel magazines, reviewing my old Frommer’s books. I’m ready to pack my bags after earnings, but thinking…
Notes from the Edge
Classical music makes me cry. Or at least the classical, depressing music that I love to listen to. I grew up playing the piano, but I’m most moved by the violin. When I listen to the violin, I feel like…