Perambulate is a great word, isn’t it? It sounds like something a fancy fop in a waistcoat and coattails would do after dinner. And that’s because it is! To perambulate is to go for a walk, and lately I’ve been perambulating like the top-hatted, riding-booted, cane-carrying geezer on the Johnnie

This past week was an absolute bonkers way to enter into the new year. The wackadoodle vote to find a leader for The House of Representatives could have been enough craziness in the news but we were graced with added bonuses. Additional layoffs were announced by tech giants with close

Yes that’s right, if you formally adopt a drain and take on the responsibility of keeping it clear of debris, (and our streets free of floods) you also get to name your drain!

I used to work as a diver. Years ago, I’d scrape the ghost shrimp, crustacea, and other
arthropods off of all the little boats in Sausalito until my arms couldn’t take anymore. One day
at work, after a particularly nasty spat of storm activity, I climbed out of the water and was
confronted by a concerned boat owner.

Eat, drink, & frolic like a pro in the Mission Bernal neighborhood.

Seeing as New Year’s Eve is nearly here, and people will be partying their faces off on the last night of the year, I figured it was really important to get this public service announcement out there: TEST YOUR DRUGS AND CARRY NARCAN! Honestly, I have no problem with recreational

“Do I belong here?” – a question I’ve heard and felt more times than I can count. We ask ourselves; “Can I afford it here?” “Can I find a community here?” “Is there anything else left?” – and – “Has everyone left?” For all of those who have left the

I learned a valuable lesson. Like thousands of other battered women of color have learned: The police made things worse and had the potential to be just as violent and potentially more deadly than my abuser.