The Beats Broke the Rules. They Also Broke the Women

Recently I visited the Beat Museum in my San Francisco North Beach neighborhood. It’s just a few blocks from my home. The Beat Generation has long been held up as the patron saints of rebellion — the men who tore through mid-century America with notebooks, Benzedrine,…

Bursting the Mimosa Bubble

One Mothers’ Day, my sons made me a messy fruit salad. Strawberries, bananas, blueberries—even a sprig of mint. They served it with burnt toast, silly grins, sticky fingers, and the kind of pride that made me tear up. It was sweet. It was perfect. And it had…

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