‘Two-Drink Minimum, Kid’ - How the San Francisco of My Youth Was the Wild, Wild, West

Or, why I love the ‘70s

I will be writing a lot about San Francisco, where I left my heart half a lifetime ago. I was such a stressed out kid, I had no idea how lucky I was to live in such a paradise.

Transgenerational trauma will do that to you.

Tension was my middle name, and I escaped, nightly, frequently, and no one seemed to notice. The benefit of being the middle daughter …