“Buying toys for yourself now, Mom?” Harry asked Wednesday night when he stopped by to pick up the pink Timberland boots he’d ordered on eBay. “Oh, that,” I replied, glancing... read more →
This piece also appears on The Huffington Post. “That’s it!” I said aloud from my seat on the subway. “Performativity!” I glanced up from the page thinking people might be... read more →
When I saw my kid Harry on Saturday, it was outside the #cloyingPARLOR art space in Brooklyn. They were dressed as Amber Alert for a dusk performance piece and video... read more →
The lady at the Delta airlines check-in counter yesterday smiled as I handed her my boarding pass. And as the corners of my mouth turned up to greet her in... read more →
My yoga teacher Linda’s 3-year-old son Mateo wanted a dress. That’s what she told me last December when she was pregnant with her second child. She wasn’t sure at the... read more →
Young ladies wearing tuxedos, Jaden Smith in a skirt, and my own kid Harry’s personal style of self-expression have me hopeful that this year might be trending to an end... read more →
Every child in my son’s graduating kindergarten class of 1996 was giddy. They shined beneath gold sparkly top hats and celebrated with cake. My child Harry had big dreams about... read more →
I have a confession to make," I said. My upper lip twitched with uncertainty about revealing some of my early-mom ridiculousness. “Oh?”... read more →
There are a lot of strollers in my Brooklyn neighborhood. Lately I’ve been noticing more first-time moms with newborns close to their chest in baby carriers. And probably because Mother’s Day is approaching, I... read more →
My hand covered my mouth yesterday afternoon as I read the breaking-news headline that Prince was dead at 57. Alone at my computer, I... read more →
