Running Free at San Quentin
“I’m not a betting man, but if I was, I’d put my money on Fidelio,” says Markelle “the Gazelle” Taylor, winner of the 12th Annual
Is the Shofar … an Instrument of Technological Disruption?
Sure, it’s been around since biblical times, but suddenly the shofar is trending among Bay Area billionaires. Well, O.K., only two leading tech C.E.O.s of
It’s Jewish! It’s Nostalgic: It’s Camp!
As if on cue, the first camper I meet is a guy named Josh: a nice, 27-year-old Jewish boy with kind eyes, a subtle smile
Help! There’s a Bear in My Airbnb
Ann Bryant’s phone rings all season long. She has four phones, actually, in her Homewood, Calif., home office, and they ring 24 hours a day.
Taming the Beast in Your Basement
“I get lot of calls about animals in pools,” said Ray Hartley. “Squirrels in pools. Skunks in pools. Usually I tell people, ‘You don’t need
Taking out the Trash? That’s Still a Man’s Job
On a recent Monday night in San Francisco, as I lounged in the living room watching “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel,” out of the corner of
Happy Hour Without the Booze
On a recent rainy afternoon over veggie burgers at NeueHouse, the co-working space in the Flatiron district, three Vedic meditators were discussing drink options for
Advice to Serena Williams on Raising a Kid in San Francisco
Dearest Serena, Congratulations! You’re pregnant (due in late August). We’re so excited for you. And for us—it’s been a while since we’ve had a non-tech
The ‘Kidbutz’ of Topanga
In a four-bedroom, 3,400-square-foot house with three and a half baths and a two-car garage in this hilly Los Angeles County enclave, Aleksandra Evanguelidi, 41,
What’s It Take for Two Women To Get Pregnant Around Here?
Romantic it was not. For starters, it was too dark to see. “Oh shit, I forgot a flashlight,” said Wendy, rummaging through her bag. “Honey, just
Uber and the Islanders
The “Help Wanted” sections in Martha’s Vineyard’s two local newspapers still read the same as they did 20 years ago, when I was looking for
I Tried It … One of Those Damn Juice Cleanses
The text caught me in a weak moment: two days after Thanksgiving, while I was eating a bacon-gruyere cheeseburger for lunch. “Juice fast! Juice fast!
