As I am writing this, San Francisco is hovering around 90 degrees and for the first time since moving to the City, I wish I had an air conditioner. The East Bay, where I’m originally from, is even hotter. Oakland may break 100 degrees before the day ends, and when

Guest Post by Elena Harper Summer in San Francisco is not for the faint-hearted. We have months called June Gloom and Fogust, to honor our favorite native son: Karl the Fog. Wrapped in layers, hot beverage in hand, true locals know this is a time of retrospection and reconnection –

This piece also appears in the new literary magazine The Dreams I Dreamt: Letter to San Francisco. Download it for FREE right here. It’s Fogust here in San Francisco. Our Great Grey Dame can even be seen sashaying through the Mission District, leaning gently into the husks of burnt buildings