What a Creep’s Sonia Mansfield
The story of Sonia Mansfield has roots in The Bay.
In this episode, we meet and get to know my friend Sonia. She and I worked together at the Fangs’ Examiner back in the mid-2000s, and have been friends since. I loved her presence in the newsroom. I’d often listen to her make us all laugh from her A&E desk across the room. We’ve been through weddings, births, illness, divorces, and many, many beers together. These days, she hosts the What a Creep podcast, and I’m so glad you get to meet her now.
We begin Part 1 with the story of Sonia’s parents. Her dad is from Richmond, California, and her mom is from Concord. Her dad eventually moved to Concord, where he went to Mt. Diablo High and dated a girl who turned out to be Sonia’s mom’s best friend. After her dad got his heart broken by that friend, Sonia’s mom jumped right in. They were high school sweethearts who got married right after graduation, and have been together ever since.
The young couple had their first kid—Sonia—a couple years later, when they were 21. Another girl came around about three years later, followed by a boy five years after that.
Sonia was born and grew up in Concord. She recalls the East Bay town before BART, with plenty of wide-open fields and other undeveloped spaces. She rollerskated a lot (hey, it was the Seventies, after all) at local roller rinks. The Concord Pavilion (now known as Toyota Pavilion at Concord—barf) was where big touring acts played, and Sonia went to her share of concerts there.
Her childhood and early adulthood were, in her words, “so Gen X.” She and her siblings and their neighborhood friends ran wild, like feral animals. Anyone from this generation, including me, can relate. Looking back as an adult with a kid now, Sonia figures her parents just wanted them out of the house. What’s the worst that could happen?
The only “surveillance” would be: If the family dog, a Dachshund named Oscar, was sitting outside a nearby house, you could bet that Sonia was inside. He got there by chasing his favorite person while she rode her bike. No leash. Why would you?
It was so laissez-faire, in fact, that Sonia says she would walk into strangers’ houses. “You’re watching cartoons. I like cartoons.” Cool. Her sister was always part of her crew, her and other kids from the neighborhood. They also had hella cousins. Sonia’s mom is one of eight kids in her family.
We go on a little sidebar about all the crazy, dangerous shit we all did as kids. In Texas, there was a certain kind of injury, where some part of your body scraped across cement or asphalt. We called it “getting skinned,” and it hurt like hell. But it was just part of the game.
The conversation turns to Sonia’s earliest days loving TV and movies. She’s loved them as long as she remembers, thanks to her dad. He used to love going to theaters to watch movies. Now, he prefers seeing them from the comfort of his own home, but it speaks to his love of the medium. And Sonia says she got that from her old man.
Her mom also loves movies, and kept going to theaters longer than her husband. She took her eldest daughter with her almost always. The movies they saw were never age-appropriate, but she got in because she was with her mom. Young Sonia also loved TV Guide, and would read the magazine from front-to-back, word-for-word. She says that before the internet, before Google, her dad would call Sonia and ask her about movies.
The TV was always on, something else I relate to (my parents, both in their mid-eighties, still do this). Sonia was an early MTV adopter. Probably because her parents were younger than most, they liked cool music and Sonia heard a lot of it.
That whole “walk into neighbors’ houses, everyone’s my friend” ran head-first into seventh grade, when Sonia learned the hard way that it just can’t be true. One day, on the bus she rode every day, one kid started teasing her and then got other kids on the bus to join in. And it happened again the next day. And the next. The torture lasted for months. And it wasn’t just the bus—the dude kept up the torment in the classroom.
She says that the bullying changed her chemically. She went from open and outgoing to shy and afraid. She started spending more and more time in the school library during lunch. She didn’t share her shame with anyone—not friends, not her parents. She internalized it.
Part of turning inward for Sonia meant watching more and more TV. She’d go see movies alone. But it’s not like she had zero friends. Sonia found her weirdos, the nerds and theater kids, and kept her circle small.
She got even more into writing during this time in her life. In middle school, she’d write “really shitty short stories.” She asked her parents for and they bought her an electric typewriter. In high school, she took a creative writing class and joined the school paper staff, for whom she wrote movie reviews (duh). Siskel and Ebert were huge influences, and she regularly read the Contra Costa Times’ A&E section.
When her family would go off on camping/hunting trips and leave Sonia behind because she wasn’t into that kinda thing, she’d take the $20 they left her and go rent movies at her local indie video store. She’d browse the aisles and read the backs of every tape. She credits this with why she has so much useless knowledge around movies in her brain all these years later.
After she graduated from high school, Sonia got a job at the local movie theater. And at that job, she started making friends with other movie nerds. Because her coworkers were new in her life and not privy to the BS she put up with in middle and high school, she could start fresh with them. And she was getting attention … from boys.
Some of the folks she met at that theater job and another that followed have remained lifelong friends, in fact. Sonia was really finding herself as a young adult.
We wrap up Part 1 with her decision to stay close to home and go to community college, vs. moving away and going to a four-year school.
Check back tomorrow for Part 2.
We recorded this episode at Rosamunde in The Mission in January 2026.
Photography by Jeff Hunt
