BART tards and crime time

IMG_2672On Sunday afternoon, SFPD were patrolling the Civic Center BART station (not this photo) in the middle of the day, with guns at the ready. I was waiting for a train to go home, along with a bunch of folks who had just gotten out of Hamilton. (Love, love “Hamilton,” btw. If you have a spare ticket, message me!) Two people near me said, “Oh, I’ve never seen that before.” Meaning, we’ve never seen SFPD at a BART station. I said, “Oh, I’ve never seen BART police before, ha ha.” I take BART everyday to work, and everyday, it seems there is some delay due to a “police activity” and/or “medical emergency” and then ALL of the trains on the single track need to be held up for 10 to 15 minutes to wait for the situation to be taken care of.

A few weeks ago, I was on a train coming from Berkeley back into Oakland, and there was a fight on the train adjacent to me. We watched it happen through the double doors — and then some of the passengers came through the doors onto our train. The fight involved what appeared to be young kids — probably teenagers or young adults. Someone called BART police, but they don’t ride the trains. I don’t even know where they are. …

The conductor came on the speaker and said that “due to a police activity” the train would be held for 10-15 minutes. The train stopped — which meant we were waiting for BART police to show up at the next station. True to form, the train pulls up at the station, and there is a BART cop waiting to take care of the situation. Meanwhile, we all have been waiting on board with this fight happening on the train.

Is this supposed to make me feel safe, make me want to take BART?

Who is the BART tard? The kids acting up, the cops nowhere to be seen, or the announcer explaining the daily situation? … Or maybe, I am the BART tard for sticking with this system. (And “tard” is supposed to kind-of rhyme with BART.)

Crime time: Have you heard the one about BART posting crime data online? Tell me when you can find it — note: They don’t post BART stations, you need to search for them. Meanwhile, I’m waiting for the next train to Warm Springs, wherever that is.


OMG: How did I become 40?

0656I’m about to turn 40. It is something on the calendar that I’ve been dreading for the past few months – past year, really. I think it’s harder for women than for men, and it’s been hard for me, harder than I thought. When I was a little girl, I couldn’t imagine being 40. I had this image in my head – as many girls do – of having this beautiful wedding, living in a nice house, and having two or three children. I often wonder what’s wrong with me, why didn’t this dream of getting married, having children, and having a nice house ever come true for me? Instead, I’ve been getting by, paying my way, sometimes scraping my way, into what I have. I know for sure that my path is different than my Mom’s or my Grandmas’, that I have opportunities they didn’t have, and I’ve taken advantage of choices and paths that have come up – taking me to destinations that have shaped me into who I am.

I never apologize for anything I’ve done. Never. Everything, every experience, every person I’ve met, have all shaped me into who I am now. I am strong, resilient (there’s that word, Dad), emotional, caring, intelligent, curious, and aware. Alert.

I’ve had my heart broken not just once but several times in the worst ways possible. I miss being in a relationship, and I keep positive, hopeful that the next date will turn into something new and great, or that the next smile at the grocery store will be magical. But love can’t be rushed. Online dating isn’t the same thing as shopping for shoes – and online dating is growing, this is something new that wasn’t around 20 years ago. I worry sometimes that I’ll be an “old maid” at 50, 60, 70, 80 – still unmarried, no kids. … And then I breathe, and let those panic thoughts go away. This isn’t 1890s Victorian society. I’m not sitting in the corner dressed in a high collar for afternoon tea, while the family negotiates on “Auntie’s” behalf.

It IS strange to me that my Grandma was just a few years older than me when she became a grandmother (42). Or that my mother was younger than me at my high school graduation (38) with four kids, and an 18-year-old daughter about to go to college.

So, I went to college, and was focused on school and journalism … and having fun … and living in San Francisco, spending time in the Haight and North Beach. Fast-forward 22 years later … and I’m in Oakland now, loving my work, and still occasionally hanging out in North Beach with my friends.

I’ve had to change careers, leaving journalism, and put myself through graduate school during the Recession. I’ve met incredible people through my second career of nonprofit work, and even more resilient clients with amazing stories that beat our own. It makes me smile to make others smile at work, to playfully flirt with a senior client, or say “thank you” to a volunteer. My work is important to me – as I spend more than 40 hours a week, plus commuting. ~

And my health is pretty good right now. That’s important to me. I eat well, go to the gym, walk a lot, yoga, and meditate. Drink a lot of water.

Above all else:

I am blessed to have the family that I have – and I love my family ~. We all got together on Saturday to celebrate this 4-0 number, and help me ease into the transition. Thank you, my lovely family, and everyone as I become OMG 40!!!


Great pumpkin spotted in Berkeley

I went grocery shopping yesterday at Berkeley Bowl – one reason I love living in the East Bay – and I spotted this fatty near the checkout counter:


Looks like you can win a prize if you guess the weight. Based on the pumpkin festival just finished in Half Moon Bay – the top 10 contenders weigh between 736 lbs and 1,1910 lbs (from Little Rock, Wash.). I’m guessing 600-700 lbs.

I bought some strawberries instead and some good sparkling mineral water.

One of my favorite buildings

I love old buildings. I love old, brick buildings, 100 years old, their history, character. I wish cities would cherish them more, rather then tear them down for same-old same-old mixed-use development condos, high-end retail, or worse, Starbucks and cookie-cutter stuff that looks exactly the same anywhere. I love old architecture – a time when builders and craftsmen, and their financiers, took time and effort and love to make neighborhoods more beautiful — even if just a few extra detail.

There are so many old lovely buildings in Oakland – driving through downtown, Jack London Square, through the neighborhoods. I have some photos of what I like, and I really need to start taking more and cataloguing old buildings that I like. I have them in my head, the map in my head, what I like.

Here’s one in particular that I see all the time – all the time – very prominent on 40th and Market Street, driving to go shopping at Target or all the other shops over there. It just sits there on the corner, I wonder what is it’s history? It’s so beautiful. I would love to live there, even though it’s not really the best neighborhood.


Here’s the history of the building – it was the factory of Toscana Bakery in 1927. A beautiful factory for bread, don’t you think?


I grew up in the Midwest, and first saw the Atlantic Ocean when I was 12, and the Pacific Ocean when I was 16. I do not ever take for granted living so close to such an amazing gift — the beauty and immensity of the Ocean. It is my cathedral, my spiritual place, a special spot for me to cry, to grieve, to reconnect and recharge my batteries, to meditate, to play my drum, to picnic, to nap, to pray, to read, sometimes by myself, sometimes with a friend – just jumping in my old car on a weekend and heading north, or south, and seeing where I end up. …

This was taken about 3 hours north of Oakland, near Mendocino, on Highway 1. This Thanksgiving, I am grateful for the beauty of the Ocean along the North Coast, and the freedom that I have to enjoy the Ocean nearly any weekend I want. I feel blessed. ~


Oakland Redwoods

They are so beautiful – just a few minutes drive off Skyline Boulevard at Redwood Regional Park. It’s so quiet up there, and cool. I love the smells, the textures of the leaves and the redwood bark, and the shadows. Here’s one gorgeous tree that caught my eye on one of the trails. … Nature’s cathedral.

Oakland Redwoods