I don’t know why my date’s first words to me were “You’re late,” even though I arrived just 10 minutes after the appointed hour. I don’t know why the appointed hour was 4 o’clock in the afternoon and not something more civilized like 7 o’clock in the evening, or why he chose to meet at Read More
I don’t know why my date’s first words to me were “You’re late,” even though I arrived just 10 minutes after the appointed hour. I don’t know why the appointed hour was 4 o’clock in the afternoon and not something more civilized like 7 o’clock in the evening, or why he chose to meet at Read More
Nightingale-Bamford School with my 17-year-old daughter. Juniors came from11 local schools and representatives were there from 125 colleges around the country. Nightingale was a gracious host, but sheer numbers made it a madhouse. My daughter will never be admitted to any school, said my friends. The competition is too intense-just look at this place. But Read More
There are many reasons to practice yoga, the virtuous ones (newfound serenity and calm, a more profound understanding of life) and the less-than-virtuous ones (it’s hip, you develop a firm “yoga butt” and the clothes are cool). But to me, the biggest benefit-and the one that I recognize as the antithesis of everything yoga strives Read More
I had to stop practicing voodoo on my ex-husband when I realized that I was two for two. It started out as a way to blow off a little steam: I would sit down with a crisp Chardonnay, my sewing kit and a pile of photos, and casually poke holes in his eyes and heart. Read More
I have been six years without one serious relationship, and I am so not bothered by it. My clock’s not ticking, I have two beautiful daughters, and I’m as free as the breeze. The very best part, though-and the one that elicits the most jealousy from my married friends-is that I get to experience first Read More
I joined an Internet dating service the Saturday night before Easter. I was very into the concept of resurrection, rebirth and new beginnings. Having recently survived a debilitating divorce, I was sure I deserved another chance as much as Jesus. It was exciting at first. “Mommy has to send an urgent e-mail,” I would say Read More
Affordable Housing or Lack Thereof
