I was riding in the car with my mother, tucked into the backseat and listening to the radio. I was five or six years old. Somehow, the conversation over the waves made me pause...
Why Love A Black Man
Category: Keep SF Weird
Happy Birthday, No one.
Summers in SF are great. Sure it can be a bit chilly (how do you tell an SF tourist in July? He’s wearing shorts and a $40 ‘Fog City’ pink hoodie he just bought...
Through the Fire, Through The Pain (It’s not as dramatic as it sounds)
I awoke slowly from a Vicodin-induced comatose state. The sun was shining brightly into the living room; it was about three in the afternoon. There was an 11-pound dog sitting on my chest, and...
An SF cab ride
If you’ve been reading, you know SF cabs can get crazy. You know they can be impossible to get. I know that too… But even I can be surprised every once in a while....
A Retrospective: New Life in San Francisco
In an effort to salvage long forgotten and never posted pieces, I’m taking a walk down memory lane. In this edition, I explore the best parts of the life tinabelle and I had when...
Black Strangers in SF
The Milo Pup. He loves everyone- which can be inconvenient 🙂 I’m taking my pup Milo for a late-night walk, and get approached by two Black men. It’s Nob Hill in San Francisco, so...
