Any date night about downtown should conclude with a walk along the Embarcadero. The waterfront crescent serves up several city landmarks on a platter: the Ferry Building, Coit Tower, the Transamerica Pyramid. Provided you’re well-dressed for the winds whipping off the Bay, the stroll promises romance whichever end you begin.

It was our 2nd anniversary, Taco Bell was resting in our pickled stomachs, our President didn’t know the difference between a hyphen or an apostrophe with the waters of impeachment rising, and we were in love.  My girlfriend and I were too busy to go far, so we decided to

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

Our Love Affair with Happiness Happiness. Everyone wants it, but do we know how to get it? We’re told to be positive, to change our mindset, to focus on ourselves and our inner dialogue, our reactions, our breath – to help ourselves in the pursuit of happiness. But what if how we’re

  Ah, l’amour: the joy of two souls finding one another, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings, and sharing a Netflix account (that’s commitment, friends. That’s real life). If you are not in love at the moment, that’s ok! Just go read something else because your loneliness is killing my vibe.

We’ve all been there, dude. You’re happily single, watching True Detective from a stolen source of cable, pretending the chicken in your fridge is still ok to eat, Peter Panning your way through life on a meager salary, when, BAMM! The perfect person comes along, and you’re screwed (literally and

Valentine’s Day is lame, right? Or it’s awesome, if you’re coupled up, a fan of chocolate, and/or not a strong feminist. But why settle for ignoring, protesting, or even participating in this church-sanctioned holiday for lovers? Lucky for you, an ancient Roman fertility festival takes place February 13-15 every year

I can’t deny it; I’m a pretty busy lady, days filled with “do I have to move the car for street cleaning today?” followed often by the “Who can find my car first?: Parking enforcers v. Me” game, which in SF is about to get a whole lot more challenging,