As the results rolled in, I sat in an apartment at Chateau Rouge, a part of Paris that is full of life but very far from the Champs Elysées and Café Flore

This is something my friend Keyatta Shade wrote as a Facebook post that we’ve decided to turn into an article. It’s damn good advice. You can stay on top of what Keyatta’s up to by signing up for his awesome email list Key’s List.   My close friends know I chose

The Huge Release Party for the Literary Magazine In case you haven’t heard, we just put out an incredible literary magazine called The Dreams I Dreamt: Letters to San Francisco thanks to a grant from the Civic Joy Fund. It’s a gift to San Francisco, where 19 of The City’s

You’ve seen a French movie, right? You know how the ludicrously attractive, ethereal girl will talk about stuff with the swarthy guy over coffee? They’ll be musing about love, life, or whatever with their pretty lips while even-tempo jazz and the clinks of coffee cups happen in the background? And

Sometimes after watching the delightfully charming movie “Amelie” or eating a chocolate croissant, I take a few minutes to dream a little dream in which I am bicycling around Paris without a care in the world, admiring its twinkilng lights with Nutella dripping down my little excited face. But then