This Thursday Taxes will be playing along with The Phenomenauts and The New Up at the Rickshaw Stop.  Considering that Taxes was recent named Band of the Month and nominated as SF’s Best Emerging Band, this is some pretty exciting stuff.  While tickets to the show are $12, I’ve got

You want to go on a girls’ vacation, but money’s tight. So how do you take a well-earned break with your besties without spending too much? As a gal who loves to travel and is used to doing it on a shoestring budget, I’ve got a few ideas up my sleeve…

Cooking’s biggest enemies are motivation and patience. The idea of making something from scratch is always nice, but the execution? Before you’ve finished your mental list of the ingredients you need to grab from the store, you’ve probably found yourself sitting at a restaurant instead. Now, imagine being the kind

How many times have you bought a skin care or makeup product only to find that you’ve used it once or twice? Now, it’s just been sitting in your drawer months, maybe even years later after you’ve originally purchased it. What a waste of money! If only you could have

Thursdays mean story time for us at our local public library.  I have to admit that I did not seek it out when I became a SAHM; instead I literally stumbled upon it. Six months ago, my son and I were out for a walk, and I noticed a line

One of my favorite things to do is find crafts for the items I see left on the curbs regularly – like any metropolis, San Francisco has got a great street corner economy going: everything from clothing to furniture can get set at the end of the street (or near

Huevos Rancheros. In restaurants, it’s the brunch dish I have yet to pronounce with obvious hesitation. At home, it’s a way for me to eat nachos for breakfast without feeling like some kind of man child. But in both instances, it’s always one of the best decisions I’ve made all

I’m literally giddy with excitement. We are finally getting rain this week, and rain means rainy day activities. It’s means I can finally stretch my Broke-Ass Mom rainy day arms, and whip out my special bag of tricks. When my husband was at home with our son, he used to