I moved to San Francisco in 2002, a time I like to call “between gold rushes.” The fervor and swagger of the first dot com boom had not so much burst as it had flown around the city like a balloon with the air let out, taking down everything it crashed into. San Francisco had ridden the dot com monster into the 21st century on a wave of optimism and massive change, and not unlike the original gold rush that created this place, more than just a handful of people ended up with obscene wealth. And then like anything too good to be true, it ended with a whimper, causing those who hadn’t managed to strike a vein of digital ore, left to pick up the pieces and create something of their own.

This is part of our Blue Woman in a Red State column One of the first things that people ask you when you first move to Chatanooga is, “What church do you belong to?” Have you found one yet? They assume, you’re a “God-Fearing American,” not like that mackerel-snapping Catholic President

By Rose Eden. If you’ve lived in the city for a while, you’d know it’s that optimal time of year between seasons here that (if all goes well) signals winter ending just as quickly as the swimsuits begin popping up for sale at the Target on Masonic

The “City Of Souls” aka the ‘Dead City’ aka ‘Silent Town’ is where San Franciscans go when they die, has a growing population of 1.5 Million ‘souls’.

Last week, I left you with skepticism.  After years of resistance, I picked up Jenny Odell’s How to Do Nothing. I was admittedly prepared for a predictable read.  I was ready to meet another advocate for mindfulness in these pages, repackaging the message of Eckhart Tolle and Alan Watts for

Early Saturday morning the 12th, I received an anonymous message on Facebook stating: “I saw your post on Alameda Peeps about your story on the red love letter mailboxes. I can get you in contact with the person who created these on the condition that they stay anonymous?” Attached was

As San Francisco residents begin using the new Cruise self-driving car service, reports of strange robotaxi behavior are streaming into the SFMTA.

Every spring, myself and a handful of other professionals with careers across art and multi-media volunteer our time to mentor students at Washington High School’s Multimedia Art Academy in Fremont. As part of this program, mentor’s introduce themselves and talk about what they are working on with a group of