The San Francisco Ballet’s 2014 opening season will supply us with all the passionate glory of the dance we could ever wish for: Jan. 25–Feb. 2, Helgi Tomasson’s sump... Read More
So as another year ends , I’m shocked we’ve lived here three years already! It’s either street physics that the older we get, the more quickly time passes, becaus... Read More
In Leonard Bernstein’s 1956 musical of Voltaire’s Candide, the foolish Cunégonde sings from the top of her soprano range, “Glitter and Be Gay,” about how ... Read More
Even before moving here almost three years ago, I’d heard that this town was famous for food. From the slow food, pioneering work of Alice Waters, to the smallest hole-in-the... Read More
Peter and I never met a museum we didn’t like. We had memberships to all of them in New York City, so, of course, when we moved to San Francisco, we joined as many as we coul... Read More
I am not an amusement park ride kind of gal. Even the Mad Hatter’s Tea Cup ride at Disney World makes me nauseated. Roller coasters, parachute jumps and Haunted Mansion eleva... Read More
I’ve been strolling the neighborhood lately, humming (to the tune of “June is Bustin’ Out All Over”): Summer’s bustin’ out all over, All over th... Read More
We are a musical theater family. With the show biz history filling our Victorian, you’d think that it would be doing the time step on its foundation. I’ve performed in ... Read More
Some people lose hearts here, but recently, I found my mind. Can you hear Tony Bennett crooning that as you read? I discovered it in a small room on Divisadero Street. I completed ... Read More
To celebrate our anniversary, my husband, Peter, surprised me with a fun nighttime cruise around San Francisco Bay. Dining under the shadowy Golden Gate Bridge, then dancing while ... Read More
Smashing all precedent, I kept a secret and managed to produce a January surprise party for my husband’s 40th birthday. The friend who facilitated that surprise is the man wh... Read More
Here’s a dog story, San Francisco, but not a shaggy one, I hope – though it may be a bit long, this punch line has a point. My 13-year-old dachshund Sally was paralyzed... Read More
Time marches inexorably onward, and here we are in this fresh part of it called 2013. I begin my third year in this city, where time flies by — it truly does when you’r... Read More
Two years ago, we moved here from a place I thought I’d never move from, and we have not regretted it. San Francisco has given us much, not only enriching us with new friends... Read More
Do your readers know about Sally?” an East Coast reader recently wrote. “I hope so, and if not, they need to know about her. Good things need to be shared.” This reader, ... Read More