We are a one-car family. Any time work calls me to destinations within a drivable distance, I just walk over to Congress Street and down tow...

Every year or two, we like to come back to San Francisco, walk our old streets, visit our old haunts, and dwell on that eternally unprodu...

I'm in the middle of Sally Mann's unexpectedly good autobiography, Hold Still . I say "unexpectedly" because, while I knew...

Seventeen years ago this week, we crossed the bridge into Maine and began our new life. That number seems surreal to me, both a blink of ...

I have a notebook I bought on 24th Street, back when I lived in San Francisco. My first entry was dated some time in 1995, right before C...