This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. I’ve never quite understood why it’s called the “Walk of Shame.” I mean, I guess there’s some patriarchal bullshit involved, intimating that it’s shameful when a woman does it. But for as long as I can remember, the

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner. There’s something I need to say. It’s a tough thing to do and takes bravery, but this has been weighing on my moral compass for far too long. It’s about time someone comes out with it and speaks

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner in February. Considering the success of yesterday’s elections I figured it was perfect to repost. When someone is terminally ill, dying from cancer or some other horrible disease, he or she often has a brief period right before

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. It was originally about 2016 but rings just as true for 2017.   If 2017 and I were Facebook friends, I would’ve blocked it months ago. If it could text me, I’d change my number. If we were