Category Archive: San Francisco

“Girl, I’m Gonna Take You to Lobsterfest”

In the process of updating my bio for PVL, I re-read this story I wrote a while back and remembered that HOLY SHIT, I really have some crazy dating stories. It’s all an… Continue reading

And That’s How I Feel About This

So I Live in New York Now. There’s That.

Believe me, no one’s more surprised than me. (See: January to April, 2005 and multiple statements that were in the vein of “As god is my fucking witness, I will NEVER live in… Continue reading

The Great Paris Puzzle: Figuring Out How to Stay

I’m leaving Paris. That’s an awful sentence to write, let alone an awful reality to face. If you’ve read my blog at all, you might recall (by the roughly 6,782 mentions) how much… Continue reading

Bad Blogger and LET’S GO GIANTS!

Hello, Interwebs … I’ve missed you! I’ve been the world’s worst poster lately, but with good reason: I’ve had a parade of friends visiting in Paris. The past five weeks have been a… Continue reading

Home, Fall, and My Paris Surfboard

As America prepares to celebrate its long weekend and one day of freedom from laboring, I’m sitting in Paris, contemplating how freaking lucky I am to have been given this opportunity not to… Continue reading

Happy Birthday, Old Friend

I hate to miss your 75th birthday party, but we’ll do it up right again soon. I love my new city, but you know that your beautiful rusty-orangeness and our fair city of… Continue reading

Dear Coffee,

“Your eyes have been opened and now you cannot close them.” – Charles Dickens from Great Expectations It’s Sunday. The day I miss you most. I love my new life, but it’s on… Continue reading

In Search of a Concrete Bulldog: This Is My Paris

If you’re reading this, it’s probably because you’re 1) a friend and you’re being nice (thank you) or 2) you want to know what it’s like to cut the cord on your life… Continue reading