It hit me on a rare, fogless San Francisco Sunday. The kind so singular that you could enter the water at Baker Beach without involuntarily cursing, and last longer than 30 seconds. The kind of day where, as you hop on one foot to avoid ...Read More

Today I didn’t wipe butts or noses. Today I didn’t sing “Old McDonald Had a Farm.” Today I woke up on a Monday and for the first time in nine months, I didn’t go teach 20 screaming babies. So this is what breathing feels ...Read More