This Broke-Ass Mom got to taste the Kool-Aid this past week.  Friends of ours went on vacation and left their car under our supervision for two weeks.  There were no rules, no nothing, just “Here are the keys, and enjoy.”  At first the responsibility seemed daunting, but it didn’t take

Now that you’re car-free, mass transportation should be your new best friend.  If you’re not careful, what was once as easy as “hop on and hop off” can now be the most miserable thirty minutes of your day. The goal is to not get a standing ovation as you and

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

Summertime is Adventuretime and coincidentally, like Heidi, I have found myself in Portland. And I got here by the most delightful way, the train. (From Seattle after a plane ride from SF). I love the train, and it holds a very special place in my heart much like the US

“Well, move the damn bus then.” This is the very angry voice of not so visibly-perturbed woman. She’s upset because the Bronx-bound shuttle we are on has been idling for twenty minutes. “This is a 149th Street express bus,” the driver howls into the speaker. “Well, move the damn bus then.” Same