There’s a new shop in San Francisco that encourages you to get your shit together, stop mentally spiraling, and unwind a bit. All jokes aside, Effin’ Relax on Divisadero offers meditation, energy healing services, and a full range of handmade bath and body products designed to get you to give

The Barbary Coast Trail is hard to miss if you’ve ever walked around The FiDi, Chinatown or North Beach. You’ve probably seen one of the 150 bronze placards embedded in the sidewalks while you’re boppin’ around. Stretching across 4 miles of San Francisco, this walk is mostly on flat ground

Last year, The San Francisco Art Institute made headlines as it declared bankruptcy, revealing debts exceeding $10 million while only 41 students were actively enrolled. The dire situation prompted the eventual demise of the beloved art education institution. After its closure, a beacon of hope has emerged – the school

One of the best parts of any concert is snagging a handmade poster to cherish the memory of a great show. Those artists behind the gig posters? Seriously talented. And guess what? For just two days, you can browse and buy poster art from over 25 artists – for FREE!

If you are from Kansas City, or you just love seeing the Kelces in Taylor Swift’s box on Sundays, then there is one bar in San Francisco where you can go cheer on the Chiefs exclusively with other KC fans, while they lose to the 49ers in Super Bowl LVIII

A late-night BART ride is not for the faint of heart. You’re transported between point A and B in the weird, twisted world of Bay Area Transit. There’s no telling what you’ll see onboard – a used joint, wild creatures from the unknown, left over food or even your classic

One of the things you all know I love most is live music and the richness of our Bay Area music scene. Whether it’s supporting local hip hop legends who are making a difference, talking about great places to hear live music or diving into the writing process at events

Sometimes there’s a dark, rainy period in life, (let’s call it January) when you’re pretty sure you’ve forgotten what the sun looks like, or that the sky was once blue, and not just different shades of damp grey.  (I always use the preferred British spelling of ‘grey’ when talking about