In the early morning, Kristin Benson, a 40-year-old mother of four, woke up from her sleep in a bedroom suffocated in smoke. The flames were coming from the apartment of an elderly resident she and other...
On May 30, 2020, thousands of peaceful protesters filled the streets of San Francisco following the death of George Floyd at the hands of Minneapolis police. That night, shortly before 9 p.m., a group...
On the stretch of 24th Street between Folsom and South Van Ness, where murals line the walls and Latin music pours out of car speakers, San Francisco’s only Latin record store is reviving a piece of...
In the first episode of “The Editors Cut,” editor-in-chief Bailey Zitko and senior editor Eddie Monares sit down with Xpress senior digital editor, Bianca Sieraski, and reporter, Josh Miranda, to talk...
Thousands of feet bustling and swarming cheers fill the stadium — this is a typical day on Third and King Street. In May, it isn’t a foreign concept for Oracle Park to be populated with baseball fans...
In June, San Francisco residents will vote in a top-two primary election for the 11th Congressional District to decide which two candidates will be on November’s general election ballot to replace former...
Margaret Martinez steps past a wall layered in paint — tags over murals, colors bleeding into one another, some fresh, some fading. She sees public art as something that brings the street to life, adding...
Between classes, homework and constant notifications, many college students are struggling to find a moment away from screens. What once felt like a happy distraction has started to feel overwhelming —...
The first time I realized how fragile my future in the U.S. was, I was filling out a job application. After four years of studying and building a life in San Francisco, I was reduced to a single checkbox:...
When Eric Edland initially began experimenting with ChatGPT, he was intrigued by the tool’s capacity to hold intellectually stimulating conversations. While aware of the dangers of overreliance on AI...
It’s 2008 and I’m sitting in my living room. Dressed in a nylon-polyester dress, I look toward my two moms standing hand-in-hand in front of our fireplace. My sisters, unable to sit still through the...
