Creature of habit that I am, the first morning of every visit to San Francisco starts with a walk to North Beach, breakfast at La Boulange, hanging out for a while in Washington Square to watch the Chinese women going through their exercise routines, then up the steep-stepped hill to Coit Tower.

My fascination over the last few years has led me to delve into the history of the tower, its murals, and the woman for whom it’s named, Lillie Coit. My essay, “Lillie’s Legacy,” is published in the Winter issue of 1966, a journal of research-based creative nonfiction that I’ve long admired.

And how does Virginia Woolf fit into my story about Lillie Coit? Read it here.