A Southerner in San Francisco

Dear Edward, Every morning, before I start my day, I wash my face. And I think of you.  Every night, when I wash my face or, let’s be real...

Twenty years ago, my then-partner Nick and I participated in an act of “municipal anarchy.” In other words: We got married. For the first ti...

Note: The events that follow occurred in June 2007, and I wrote about them later that year. This is the first time I’ve publicly shared this...