Dear Kristin: On March 12, 2010, Facebook suggested that I add you as a friend. I thought, Oh, right; she was in my high school class. Of course, that was your sister Amy, and you had in fact been years ahead of us and never met me, yet you accepted my friend request. Not long…
Let’s go, Giants!
White, puffy clouds billow over Dolores’ head. Young men compete in a game of cups. A mariachi band plays in the background, boom box tunes in the foreground. The evening is sunny and warm. A snapshot from the greatest little park on Earth.
We attempted the Ramen Festival in Japantown yesterday, but it was too crowded, so we shopped at Mollie Stone’s and created a picnic in Alta Vista Park. It was a lovely afternoon, featuring sunshine, lots of laughs, Mary’s scarf as our tablecloth, and some cute canine visitors.
Hell is riding the 22 Muni on a hot day, with the entire city of San Francisco except two people … and those two are walking parallel to the bus, beating us.
Frozen, with the Westin St. Francis in the background. Cable cars ding as they cruise by. I’m full of bread, cheese, chocolate, and wine. Happiness!
In my sleeping bag at Union Square with Susan, waiting for Frozen to start!
I recently won a book called Porn for Women as my Bingo prize, while at a Kentucky Derby party. I selected this treasure among beer koozies, kitchen utensils, and other similarly low-stakes items. I had my eye on this porn book the whole time, every time, I marked up my Bingo card. Finally, after multiple…
“My kind of town” descends upon my one and only town. We might get this stunning building, designed by Chicago architect Jeanne Gang! Now, if only Oprah would move here, I would have all the Chicago I need right at home.