In case you need encouragement to reignite an old childhood flame, or fan a new one, here’s my plea to make yourself a fluffernutter sandwich before summer ends. There’s little better and close to…
$0.00 is the amount I have left to pay on my student loans. Bizarrely enough, a ticker-tape parade was not thrown in my honor when my very last monthly payment came out of my bank…
It’s been thirty-four days since I slept in my own bed. I didn’t intend to be gone this long, I just didn’t know how easy it could be to peel dirty camp clothes off…
Last night, our thirty-year-old station wagon limped into my parents’ driveway on a slowly deflating tire. By morning, the tire was fully pancaked, pitching the rusty wagon forward like an old, loyal dog nursing…
My latest spin around the sun has officially been marked with chocolate cake and cousins, old friends and various takes on the Spaghett. We’ve had swims in the Sound and a swim in a…
It’s summer. New York City public schools are finally out. The city pools are opening tomorrow. My anxiety of a wide open summer without school and with only very limited childcare is rising at…
I’ve had pink eye, which is an unreasonably rosy name for something decidedly miserable. It coursed through all of my kids and settled in with me and while it was never welcome in the…
On Monday I had my first gynecological exam since Calder was an infant. It was over before I realized it and I hardly felt a thing so I’m glad I avoided it for three…
Yesterday I traded in my tired old camera for a new one. The new one is small and compact and maybe less technically robust than its predecessor, but its sensor hasn’t been worn out…
Last night as I turned off lights and tucked kids into bed, I caught a whiff of lilacs. A neighbor’s lilac bush was blowing its heady perfume three doors over and two stories up,…