Elijah’s Deli welcomed me with open Jewish grandma arms the first time my parents dropped me off in San Diego to start college as a freshman. An...
Crab season in Northern California is in full swing and if you like crab, you know this time is sacred. I remember a few years ago, Matt and I dro...
When I first moved to San Francisco in 2005, I hadn’t made up my mind about it. I wasn’t coming home, specifically, nor was I moving to a city...
I was about to start this post with "Dear Matthew" when I realized that I started my last post in a similar fashion and I'm not writing letters he...
March is lot like a long, flat stretch of road somewhere. It’s far enough away from where you’ve left (winter) and not quite to where you’re h...
Some of the most profound moments in our lives are, in fact, defined by silence. Sometimes there is silence because time is needed. Sometimes ther...
My dad has this habit of announcing that things are either 'famous' or 'better than anything you have ever tried.' He does this with everything fr...
You may not have not have noticed but last week was the first time in years that I have gone a week without posting anything to the site (if you e...
I had recently fallen into a rabbit hole called Alt Summit (if you've been following me on Twitter, you may have noticed that I was tweeting up a ...