I finally had to face facts—I have been completely priced out of Brooklyn. So I’m moving to Manhattan. I hear it’s nice.
The County of Kings has been my home for seven years. When my husband and I were ready to settle down and have children, we knew we didn’t want to do it Read More
I finally had to face facts—I have been completely priced out of Brooklyn. So I’m moving to Manhattan. I hear it’s nice.
The County of Kings has been my home for seven years. When my husband and I were ready to settle down and have children, we knew we didn’t want to do it Read More
I’m having an affair with my husband. Ever since we became parents, the operative word for our sex life is “furtive.” We’re sneaking around, exchanging coded phone calls and hush-hush quickies. I haven’t had to work this hard to score since the SAT’s. Friends with sprawling suburban abodes have bedrooms to themselves, bedrooms that maybe Read More
The news last week that nearly two dozen Catholic elementary schools in Brooklyn and Queens are slated for extinction hit me like a rap on the knuckles with a ruler. It’s not that the signs haven’t been in the air. The Catholic Church and its educational system, after all, wield nowhere near the mighty force Read More
You can tell it’s autumn: Leaves are falling, MoveOn.org bumper stickers are slapped on the backs of strollers, and mothers are musing whether their tots should be Moby or Eminem for Halloween.
There’s a bit of Dr. Evil in the heart of every urban parent. We may love our children for everything that is Read More
There are those for whom being “in the zone” means diets or Britney Spears albums. For people like me, parents of soon-to-be-school-age children for whom the reality of $25,000 a year for private-school tuition hit like some kind of cosmic joke, “the zone” has come to represent an obsession. More well-heeled friends rend their garments Read More
When I first saw the flyers all over the telephone poles in my neighborhood announcing a community meeting to debate the proposed opening of a transient home for battered women, I didn’t think: “I should go, to stand up for my less fortunate sisters.” I didn’t even worry: “Uh-oh, how will this affect my bourgeois-aspirational Read More
