Paris Kim Writes

December 9 – December 17 ‘Twas the season of wants: wanting presents, wanting reasons to wear (faux) fur coats, wanting more Irish Coffee– wanting that absolute feeling of the holiday season. Especially during Christmas time I tend to favor Irish pubs. I think it’s the dimness, the wood fixtures and the booths that add to the closed in feeling that feels intimate to me. Add twinkle lights and a…

North Beach Gallerina: Summer Vignettes

July 3- July 9 2017 She’s flowing between the hot lights that cast eerie glows on the black canvases pierced to the walls where faces melt, familiar faces with second eyes and splattered screaming mouths. She’s thrilled to know them and walk and waltz there among the artist and his now laughing muses with their second wines. It all ends when a promising night stabs her in the back and on aching…

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New Year, Old Childhood Books

January 1 – January 8 One of my favorite quotes is from C.S. Lewis, in a letter written to his goddaughter: Someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. For me, that time may be coming sooner than expected. There is a sudden longing for books again first read during mid-morning visits to the library at Mountain View Elementary School, only 6 years old and never forgetting…

Hygge, or the Love that Keeps you Warm

December 5 – December 11 December is here. It’s an intimate time that puts things in perspective if other moments throughout the year hadn’t. Winter has that effect, naturally. The cold and dark mood of the world, especially as rain drenches all and you can see your breath cut through the air at 9 in the morning in the lowest part of San Francisco, is only fitting for the human spirit to start…

November by the Bay: Participating in NaNoWriMo

From November 1st to November 30th, I will be taking a break from my weekly posts at A Week by the Bay. The time I spend writing this coming month instead will be completely devoted to my participation in National Novel Writing Month 2016. Since 1999, NaNoWriMo has been encouraging inspired individuals to dole out their definitive story at the novel’s length within one whole month. At 50,000…

October 10 – October 16 You wouldn’t think of October as others think of it outside of San Francisco. It’s hot, for starters, and when it does rain and grow gray, humid. But that, I like– it reminds me always of New York in that July when I was stranded at a park bench in Verdi Square beneath a sheltering canopy of a tree. Someday I will return to New York and see it at, in my opinion, its most…

Germophobe and the City

September 19 – September 25 No lie, I am a complete germophobe. And living in San Francisco could most definitely be one of the worst places for a girl like me to end up at. It’s actually never bothered me that much, thriving among the filth and (literal) shit that comes up at every bus stop or on Market Street and in between cars and alleys. No, it’s all just a general, dismissive part of…

Don’t Wake From This September

September 5 – September 11 It was well quoted in high school, and occasionally reemerges as a meme for this month as October 3rd does for October 3rd in light of further 2000s nostalgia. I’m talking about the line, wake me up when September ends. A simple, vague declaration universal to the feeling of trying to forget, moving on. It’s a lyric of a song from the band to whom I most certainly do…

An Exhibition of an Alone Girl

July 24 – July 51 Trigger Warning: Anxiety You could say the peak of the week was the suds. A burst of bubbles has never killed anyone, but for me it did a little. At the sight of the overflow of foamy whiteness that soaked my laundry load, I could feel the battle was lost. I wanted to cry, for how else would I clean up this sopping mess? But I only sighed. This may seem over-dramatic for the…

June 27 – July 4 The one thing there is to really love for me, regarding the Big City, is the notion of change and progress and fast-paced everything. I love this, but mostly for the fact that in acknowledging the place of progress you remember the past. You can really slow it all down and appreciate this true beauty that coincides with the future. Yes, in the wake of this change there is always…

 April 24 – May 3 Once upon a time two little girls watched a truly remarkable film. The younger sister was eight years old and was still caught up in silly, childish things like fairy tales. Something about the mischief of creatures who could have existed in the world and the magic they bestowed upon plain old humans as a means to guidance on their everyday plights struck a deep cord within her…