by Kelly N. Patterson “This bus is going to fall,” I cried out in my Swahili 101. It was both a statement and a question. The Buddha-bodied, sarong-wrapped woman to my right laughed at my big worried eyes. “No, young sista,” her electric white teeth glowed through me. Hamna tabu, no problem. Her corpulent arm,…
www.JohnnyJet.com —Teresa * * * * Johnny Jet’s Journal Greetings from—you may not believe this—Iceland! I was fortunate to be invited on Icelandair’s inaugural flight from the West Coast (San Francisco) to Reykjavik, and tour Iceland for a week. I admit it: At first I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go. I checked out…
by Christie O’Keefe Picture yourself on a long stretch of white sand beach. You’re carrying your brand new Gucci tote and you’re enjoying an aperitif while watching the sun set over the ocean. Checking your watch, you realize you need to leave for your dinner reservation at a chic restaurant owned by a famous chef….
Gene Fowler said: “Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.” That is how I feel about editing. I hate it. I hate staring at a set of words I once wrote with passion and verve, only to be forced…
August means fashion week in SF! Join Mystery Girl Productions for a fabulous trip down the catwalk as only San Franciscans can serve it up. Fascinatingly creative local designers, parties parties parties, workshops and more parties await! Check www.fashionweek-sf.com frequently for schedule and event information. Designer Divas extraordinaire like Colleen Quen and Cari Borja will…
by Mary O’Regan The stadium smelled of salty peanuts and old man cigars. There were three flags flying high above the seats with Spain’s in the center position. We walked up steep, narrow steps and sat on hard concrete rows; our seats were in the lower deck near the doors through which they release the…
by Scharlene Fulmer “Ciao!” I shouted to the gondoliers as they glided past, their passengers waving up to me as I stood on the balcony of my room in a beautiful old hotel on the Grand Canal. I sang along with their romantic songs while I watched the many gondolas traverse from one bridge to…