On the drive back to the city after a wedding up in Sonoma, Joyful Raven and I discussed the question of potential motherhood. We were both in our mid-thirties so it was a question which was timely, egg wise, and fraught, womanhood wise. I was adamant, declarative and brooked no

Although we have yet to see residents falling into rat-infested sinkholes, San Francisco has no shortage of rats. In fact, San Francisco ranks as the fifth “rattiest” city in the U.S., according to an Orkin Pest Control report released in 2020. Just yesterday, several rat sightings were reported by families

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

PlayGround is bringing the theatre to you! This month marks the 25th year of PlayGround’s commitment to producing new developed works for the stage! Twenty-five! That’s almost how old you are. Wow. Normally showcasing their new works on the San Francisco Potrero and Berkeley Rep stages, this quarantine time calls for a thoughtful restructuring. PlayGround presents their first ever Zoom theatre festival, coming to a home near you! And surprise – most of the programming is FREE!

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

Today I had to give myself a time out.  With only one nap this week, my husband working late every night, and constant “Why?” questions from my son, any Broke-Ass Mom would need a time out.  We don’t have the luxury of jetting off to a facial, or a massage,

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

Tuesday, January 2nd, snuck up on me like poop oozing out of my son’s diaper while we’re in the middle of story time at our local library, and there’s not a spare diaper in sight.  I had been looking forward to this day for literally weeks.  It was the day