There are several reasons why I would be a terrible dog owner right now. There is something so demeaning about picking up their feces in public. I have seen enough gag-worthy smears on the sidewalks in our San Francisco  neighborhood to live in mortal fear of ever having to inflict one of them...

It’s that time of year in San Francisco. And I’m not talking about the rainy season. Now is the time of year when preschool parents are chewing their nails into bloody nubs as they wait for a skinny little envelope from the SF Unified School District to slink into their mailboxes with the result...

My husband and I watched the documentary American Teen last week. It is best described as a classic teen movie— think Breakfast Club meets Some Kind of Wonderful meets several other John Hughes films—come to life.  It even ends with a prom scene! The camera followed several kids through th...

Here is the obligatory New Year’s resolution list, with a tiny twist. Rather than whine about those last 5 pounds of “baby weight� (yea, right) or buy some crap gym membership that I drop in two weeks or even wax poetic about being a better mama, here are a few things that I won’t do… I wo...

I’m writing from our vacation here in West Texas, as we are gearing up for the Big C.  So I’d like to take a moment to share some of our family’s holiday traditions.  I like to think that these special rituals blend our Texas heritage and our San Francisco lifestyle.  Take a ...

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