Part 3 of 3 This is the third part of a three part series on how I fell in love in San Francisco. You can skip back to Part 2 or start from the beginning with Part…
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Last night I cheated on my boyfriend and I’m sick to my stomach just thinking about it. Shame, shock…bulimia; words can’t describe what I’m feeling. And the worst part is that I have no idea…
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You want a bulldog-of-a-realtor if you’re going to buy a home in San Francisco. Which is exactly what we had. An agent you can unleash on unsuspecting sellers the moment you find the perfect place.…
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I have this pair of Kenneth Cole loafers I love. They’re a classic black polished leather with hard heels the kind you’d imagine were pounded into place by some Italian cobbler who’s been doing it…
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“We’ll never get a table,” I shouted, after reading a tweet from my Los Angeles foodie friend who always seems to be on top of breaking news in the culinary world. She knew I was headed…
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This year, like the past four, Jonathan and I flew back east to celebrate Rosh Hashanah (the Jewish New Year) with his family. We typically fly to New York first and spend a few days…
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At the start of spring, a gaggle of gays from San Francisco descend like fairies on the quaint countryside towns of Bodega Bay, Occidental, Sebastopol, Forestville, Duncan Mills, and…well, you get the point. We come…
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Well the Contemporary Jewish Museum (CJM) of San Francisco has done it again, throwing their annual Out of Order Seder this past Saturday evening for the machers (Yiddish for ‘big shots’) and shakers of San…
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