There’s nothing more depressing than having to watch history being made from the sidelines; I’m talking about the Michael Jackson trial. I’ve covered several so-called trials of the century (or at least the last half-decade) for this publication: Sean (P. Diddy) Combs, Al Taubman, Martha Stewart.
So when the call didn’t come to hop a Read More
Feeling a bit goofy from my cousin’s wedding, my son and I emerged around midnight from the D.J. din of the banquet hall on Fifth and 10th. Vodka and sodas had me pretty well lit, and he-well, so far, just soda for him. It was the 16-year-old’s first time in New York City, which used Read More
I’ve had an argument with my father that’s lasted 20 years. It’s a friendly argument, though a spirited one, and it started when I was a teenager, intent not only on convincing him I was a bright kid but on pushing some buttons. It began when we were driving from our home in Brookline toward Read More
I’m typing this on someone else’s computer while listening to her PJ Harvey CD on her stereo, occasionally glancing out her window at her lovely Soho view. Taking a break, I pat her trusty golden retriever, who is lying at my feet. Deciding I need to stare at the cobwebbed crack in her ceiling a Read More
I know it seems like a late start, but I was 22 my first time. Like many women in New York, I lost it in the back of a cab. Unlike many-I got it back the next day.
A man showed up at the address printed on my first business card and asked the receptionist Read More
My friend Caroline, a fellow Law & Order addict, can pinpoint the precise moment when Jack McCoy’s assistant D.A.’s begin to “evolve” (we think the word is “regress”) from law-book grinds into glamour babes, preparing to depart from the show for the greener pastures of higher-paying roles, stardom, a celebrity marriage. Suddenly, they’re burnished to Read More
It’s Memorial Day, and he lays out his uniform on the bed. World War II: Ninth Division, 47th Infantry Regiment, Second Battalion, F Company. He curses as he struggles to pin on the ribbons-the old spike-and-screw hardware is stiff and unworkable. And he has mislaid the little wire that holds his uniform shirt collar down 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
Recently, four couples I know convened for lunch in Carnegie Hill with their toddlers and newborns. One friend is newly pregnant with her second child, while another gave birth to No. 2 three months ago. My son is 18 months old, and I just went off the pill again in the hopes of another little 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
