Walking home from the subway Wednesday, I spotted a child dressed in a multi-colored tie-dye tee, jean shorts and bright turquoise Minnie Mouse knee-highs. I couldn’t help but smile. The outfit... read more →
A few hours after my kid Harry drove away from my apartment Wednesday with a carload of props for their* two-day photo shoot, I received an email alert from Amazon.... read more →
More than a dozen family photo albums are scattered around my apartment this week. I’m supposed to be picking out which pictures will appear in my upcoming book, but it’s... read more →
I got a little choked up this morning. My adorable pint-sized neighbor Ivy, who has discovered stickers and loves... read more →
Vivian hopped off her bike with the flowered seat on 79th and Lex just as social media whiz... read more →
I know you’ve seen them everywhere. Maybe it’s been a giraffe in a grocery cart, a shark at the airport or a bunny in overalls at the park. But no matter where... read more →
I don’t write much about kid Harry’s dad Ken, a fine-art photographer and retired executive creative director. We haven’t been married since Harry was nine years old, so he appears mostly... read more →
LGBTQ OR NOT, THE PATH TO INNER SELF STARTS... read more →
(This piece also appears on HuffPost.) When the holiday just for moms rolls around, I can’t help but think of my first... read more →
TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY PARENTS I’m celebrating all fierce moms and dads this weekend. They might be helping their child hide the afikoman... read more →
