The streets of San Francisco are remarkably clean and sparkling for such a large city: at least that is my first impression. But now as I walk through an area located off of prestigious Market St. called the Tenderloin, I am grateful for the brightness and relative protection of day. This neighborhood has somehow managed […]

I’m in the Mission district of San Francisco walking past the women’s bookstore, Old Wives Tales, when I witness an altercation between a drunk Latino man and an African American woman who appears to be a clerk from the bookshop. She is yelling at him to stay out. She reenters the shop, he follows and […]

The building is tall, modern and impressive with its dark tinted windows presenting an illusion of authority and righteousness, if indeed mere architecture can induce such emotions. I enter the structure and walk across my own reflection on the shiny marble floor. Handing my identification to the guard I sign in and begin the long […]

The light rail is running late today and as I board at the Othello station I notice a variation of musical chairs in this very overcrowded train car. Young hip jean-clad professionals relinquishing their seats to elderly and mostly Asian passengers.