I don’t know why, but something about cupcakes makes them taste good like Daddy’s money.  Personally, when I eat a cupcake, the Marie Antoinette soundtrack cues in my head and I pretend like Sofia Coppola and I are in Versailles, holding flutes of champagne and wearing Alexander McQueen dresses made

Back in the day, the Chelsea Street Market was a Nabisco factory. The building no longer cranks out Nilla Wafers, Oreos, FIg Newtons, or any other officially trademarked boxed cookies, but it’s one of my favorite places in the city to go stare at stuff. The stores are full of

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

I like cake.  A lot.  I mean, it’s an addiction that I am not ashamed to admit by shouting it from the top of a bakery (which I am obviously about to enter to get my next fix).  I have even toyed with the idea of becoming a baker/pastry chef,

I unfortunately don’t have time to write anything too witty because I gotta run out and go to work, so I’m just gonna post in bits of the press release.  That being said, this does sound like a really cool event! Graphic novelist Abby Denson signs and reads from her

I remember the first Barbie I decapitated.  It was much more difficult to re-capitate her than I expected, but the whole experience made me feel delightfully bad.  My sister and I gave our Barbies jagged haircuts, tattoos, and designed outfits for them out of Spider-Man Band-Aids.  I’m sure we weren’t