So, against his express wishes, I am going to rebut the always funny Thrillist’s Dave Infante, who today came up with a lengthy diatribe against raising kids in New York City. Although Dave currently has no children, he makes some valid points that even some of my fellow parents have made regarding raising kids—especially boys, … Continue reading
Oh, okay, so it’s been another month. Shoot me (although, considering my new digs, maybe I should refrain from ironic invitations). So, what’s been going on? We moved. In the middle of the school year. To a neighborhood unlike any I’ve ever lived in before (i.e. it’s in ungentrified Brooklyn). A long story that I … Continue reading
I am going through transition number 412, and I feel once again as though I’m getting nowhere. I see the arc of my life and its current descent, and I wonder—often to the point of melancholic distraction—if I will ever achieve any of my goals, see any of my dreams realized. I try to remind … Continue reading
I have a confession to make: I never wanted a daughter. When I found out 21 (eek! TWENTY-ONE) years ago that I was giving birth to a girl, I wasn’t disappointed. I was petrified. My worst fears were coming to fruition. And those fears were all about me. I never wanted my daughter to grow … Continue reading
There’s this idea out there—particularly among young people—that there’s plenty of time to accomplish what needs to be done in a lifetime. While I am the very first person to stand in the pulpit of “life is long,” it’s amazing to me how little I accomplish every day. My mom is a list maker; she … Continue reading
NOTE: Contains mature content (sex/sexuality). I’m starting to feel like I’m doing a “post of the month” club here. While I’d like to say it’s a lack of inspiration that keeps me away, in fact, it’s my attempting to monetize other areas of my life. I have great difficulty balancing the need to make money … Continue reading
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