News from the Heart & Soul of San Francisco
FIRST PERSON | DENISE KORN ’Net surfing can get you into a whole lot of trouble. That’s what happened to me. I rarely get bored — even during these crazy pandemic days. But, one night, Netflix just wasn’t doing it for me. It was late and there I was in bed scrolling again under the glare…
FIRST PERSON | BARBARA CORFF I don’t know exactly why the tree in front of Mollie Stone’s first caught my attention. Perhaps it was the tiny, palmate-shaped leaves sprouting at the base of the tree that seemed unusual. Having worked with naturalists in the Presidio developing tours for the National Park Service, I want to understand the…
Like any street in any great city, Fillmore is always changing, always dying, always being awakened By RICHARD RODRIGUEZ Growing old on Fillmore Street has taught me how much a city can change, how much I have changed — and how a city continues despite it all. Lately, if I have any sort of errand…
FIRST PERSON | LEDA MEREDITH When I landed at SFO in mid-April of last year, the first change to hit me was that my dad, Kelly Johnson, couldn’t pick me up at the airport. He wasn’t able to drive anymore. The reason for the visit to my hometown was that he had gone into hospice…
By SHEILA PIERCE La piazza: It’s one of the things I miss most about Italy. Because la piazza preserves the traditions and habits of the past, which modern life is swallowing. Because la piazza offers a newspaper stand instead of an app, interaction with people instead of technology and an outdoor space to breathe in where the world goes…
BOOKS | ANNE GROSS When I graduated from high school, my mother gave me a mermaid pendant on a silver chain, told me I’d always be a fish out of water, and sent me out into the world. I’d never been much of a swimmer, but somehow that made the totem even more apt. Continuing…
FIRST PERSON | JAMES DeKOVEN On February 4, 2000, I arrived in the Fillmore under dire circumstances. Six months earlier, my fiancee had given the ring back — a devastating blow that occurred weeks after I gave up a well-paying job to write fulltime. Broken-hearted, half-mad and facing an uncertain financial picture, I fled from…
By KATHY JOSEPH BALISTRERI It all started during lunch at La Mediterranee last year. I had written the rough draft of a novel about the crazy, particular, sometimes heroic and sometimes downright despicable people who discovered electricity, but I was stumped on what to do next. Should I try to get a publisher? Start a blog? Hire an…
BOOKS | SABRINA MOYLE When I was a teen I loved being creative, but I didn’t think creativity could change the world. We were told that the arts were frivolous. I didn’t think my voice mattered and, as a result, I didn’t speak up. Fast forward to today: We’re riding a rising wave of youth…
By BARBARA KATE REPA I met Mary Kuei Boyer a decade ago at an art exhibition at the Sequoias, the high-rise senior community on Geary near Gough. “I think you would like to get to know me,” she said, and she was right. We shared many long lunches and talks. She provided the entertainment, with…