Monthly Archives: April 2009


Orange Alley The Mission Sunday morning *** As a child, when people asked me what I wanted to be, I said a writer. If they pressed further I’d say I want to write in a big city. Didn’t matter which one at the time–Chicago, New York, Los Angeles–I just wanted to be near the pulse […]


On a rooftop in the Mission Near Valencia Street Saturday morning *** I was born in SF General but didn’t grow up in San Francisco. My family moved to Sebastopol when I was two years old and I no longer have any memories of the city from that period of my life. However I always […]


On Broadway above the tunnel Russian Hill Friday noon *** I moved to San Francisco a little over a year ago after living in Austin, Texas for a year. Before that I lived in New York City for 10 years, and before that Boston, New Hampshire, and Maine. I am a New Englander at heart […]


On Broadway above the tunnel Russian Hill Friday noon *** I am a native New Yorker, I was born in the South Bronx, attended high school on the Upper East side of Manhattan, and lived in an apartment in the East Village. My San Francisco experience happened by chance. I have a younger sister who […]


On Hayes Street Friday morning *** I live here in this glorious city of San Francisco. I grew up just across the bridge, and have always knew that I would be here in this fantastic, diverse, beautiful city. I have lived in many other cities, I have lived in Europe, and I just find this […]


East Portal MUNI stop Lower Haight Saturday morning *** I was born at Mt. Zion hospital, in the old wing at Post and Scott, before San Francisco was a “knowledge center” full of “thought leaders,” in the dead zone between the counterculture revolutions and the technology boom. They don’t have a birth wing any more. […]


Inside the Marsh Theatre Valencia Street Sunday afternoon *** My name is Cari, and I’ve been a San Franciscan for four months, one week, and six days. I move around a lot. I’ve lived in three countries, dozens of cities, and I’ve visited just about everywhere at least once. In my four months, one week, […]


in NOPA Friday afternoon *** We belong somewhere like this. Those were the words I wrote in an email to my husband, Brent, inspired by San Francisco on my first business trip to the city. Several years passed and my passion for the city intensified, eventually spreading deep through Brent as well. We were sick […]