I was reminded this week that the same sun and the same moon rise and set equally for all of us. Your privilege is your vantage point, but that moves as you move. We don’t all have to like one another, but we do all have to respect one another and the space each of […]
It’s fall. Keep at it: WTP.
When did “millennial” become such a bad word, anyway? I mean, who paid who off to be able to marginalize millennials the way we have been in the United States of America and all over Earth – the condescension really is global – the last two decades, a.k.a. the first 20 years of this new […]
Welcome me home again. I moved to San Francisco five years ago this weekend. Ever the immigrant, in from Peru by way of 13 years in Miami. And, to quote myself quoting DB Boulevard, this is where I have been considering things from another point of view, indeed. My own. You’re welcome.
The thing about Nancy Pelosi is I imagine she spent the summer in a trance, listening to Madonna’s “Dark Ballet” over and over, the storm inside of her, the wind beginning to howl out of Sea Cliff, people. Out of Sea Cliff. I mean, you know, right? “They are so naive / They think we are not […]
What the fucking fuck happened, anyway? We were supposed to be in the kitchens, exchanging recipes…in the schools, sharing stories and perspectives…in parks, inviting one another to play fun new games. Instead, we have spent the better part of the last decade on social media, stirring the pot. Stirring shit. Think about that for a […]
Que bonito dia para nacer.
Most fights are stupid – that’s the starting point right there – and all of ’em get messy. This is not about politics. It’s about ethics. This week, while sticking up for a friend, I failed to rise to the occasion and show compassion for someone else; a person, who probably needed kindness more than […]
So I was told to “go back,” today at work. “Back where I came from.” By – who else – an old, white, male friggin’ toothless monster. This happened. In America, in 2019. In San Francisco. So much for peace and love. What happened around here? The Summer of Love was not that long ago. Without going […]
This happened. In America, in 2019. In San Francisco. A woman asked me which bottle of sauce would be spicier. This happened at my job, about which I haven’t written much because this isn’t about them and I don’t want inferences getting made about them because this isn’t about them, and that is not the […]
King of Cups 