Are you one of those hip SF mothers constantly struggling to reconcile your penchants for crocheted baby booties and the golden, booze-dappled days of yesteryear? Perhaps you’re one of those “rad dads” struggling to keep your child’s wayward mouth out of your otherwise finely groomed beard. Or maybe you just

I know over 100 cities across the nation are experiencing record highs and we’re all excited about the sitting outside for brunch and not wearing a coat even though we really should fun that comes with it, it’s still, well, kind of cold. I mean, don’t you think? I mean,

‘Twas the night before Christmas And low and behold Not a gift had been purchased Not even some coal. What was a broke-ass to do In an economy like this Better trust in Santa – Or go steal some gifts. I scoped out my hood Creepin’ in all the windows

Really unfairly, Kwanzaa tends to be the butt of holiday-themed jokes. The multi-day holiday has been around for less than 50 years, honors African-American history and culture, and has, of course, way fewer participants than Christmas or Chanukah. It’s also nonreligious, making that last comparison meaningless. Not only is Kwanzaa

  Oh, here comes Santa Claus,  a-gain. How is that every year I always seem to wait until the very last minute to go Christmas shopping? I have literally one week to get all of my gifts in order…and there is no way in hell that I’m going to any

A while back I wrote a little post on two then-promising pets I had just purchased who I was sure were going to not only brighten my life but provide me with calm, unwavering companionship in dire times. What ended up happening to Trent and Eileen is a sad story.

How many times have you looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:11? Haven’t you ever wondered why that happens? I feel lucky – as I happened to be born at 11:11 a.m. Maybe it’s me creeping into your souls every time you see those numbers on the