Blog

  • Phoenix Rising May 21, 2015
    This morning I was particularly eager to get to work. But when I opened the door to my office I could’t help but notice how much it looks like a desert, a mostly empty, barren place filled with dust bunnies ...
  • Already Dreaming of Next Year April 9, 2015
    Vacation is ending tomorrow and we are all five filled with remorse. “I’m never going to get to go to Paradise again!” cries my four-year-old at bedtime, and though he is referring to a wonderful bakery and ice cream shop ...
  • Adventures in Panel Land March 18, 2015
    The invitation to speak at my alma mater’s upcoming literary festival came inexplicably.  In fact, it didn’t seem to make any sense at all. While once upon a time I had been a successful journalist, writing investigative stories and features ...
  • It’s Later Than You Think March 14, 2015
      After years of writing only for my own consumption it’s fun, thrilling even, to once again be back in the game, writing for actual readers. I will do journalism and finish my novel during the day, I tell myself, and ...
  • The Waiting Room February 5, 2015
    Back when my mother had cancer I would go with her to Sloane Kettering’s midtown outpatient facility for her chemo. A handsome blonde doorman in a blue gold-buttoned coat who looked like he belonged at Bergdorf’s would always greet us ...
  • The Guest Who Never Comes To Dinner December 17, 2014
    They say people miss their dead family members most around the holidays. But somehow I never thought this applied to me. And then today happened. It wasn’t until after I overslept, yelled at the kids and then had a brief ...
  • The Mother Whirl February 6, 2014
    There’s strength in numbers so perhaps that explains why now that I have three children I have so much more mother guilt than I ever had when I had one. Back when my oldest was an only I picked him ...
  • Its That Time Again. . . . . October 16, 2013
    My youngest is now three years old and that means its that time again — time to get pregnant. When my first son turned three I did it. Then when my daughter turned three I did it again. And now ...
  • Let Us Go And Make Our Visit July 28, 2011
    Saturday, after eight hours spent in the car with a baby who’s still nursing and a four-year old who got so car sick she vomited bile, I entered the dining room at my son’s camp and began frantically scanning the ...