In The Mission, situated on the corner of 14th Street at Woodward, you may see a small pink neon “why?” sign hung in the window of an unassuming apartment building. Like a bat signal, the “why?” sign is a not-so-subtle sign to say you’ve reached the library. To enter into

The SF Public Library Main Branch reopened on May 3 to all manner of cheering, but it was a pretty limited ‘You can just go to the Front desk’ kind of deal. They reopened the upper floors in June, yet there are still just a mere seven of the 27

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

by Hannah Harkness It’s that time of year again in NYC! The sunlight is dwindling, stores are starting their annual holiday display pissing contest, and freezing air is coming through wind tunnels between skyscrapers punishing us for ever believing fall would last more than 2 weeks! If you’re broke, this

Quick quiz for my ladies: Your idea of working out most resembles: A) Fergie in – what else – her “Fergalicious” music video B) Hannah jogging – er, attempting to jog – in Girls C) Kristin Wiig and Maya Rudolph’s characters in “Bridesmaids” You probably answered “C” because you’re reading

  Sometimes when you are broke, there are very few ways to indulge in self-gratification. I am thinking of two in particular and I’m pretty sure you can guess what one of them is. If you guessed reading, you are right! You don’t win anything, sorry. But you do get

The in-laws are in town.  I’ll bet you’re wondering, what does a Broke-Ass Mom do with her in-laws when she and her son are their main source of entertainment?  Good question. If anyone has some ideas let me know because I’m at a loss?  I mean, my son is cute

With my husband travelling quite a bit lately, it’s got me thinking how does a Broke-Ass Mom survive without her Broke-Ass partner? (I also think about all you single parents out there, and every day I have a new found respect for you, really, you should all be proud of

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