Last year, I got about 10 seconds of my Fifteen Minutes of Fame. I wrote a post complaining New Halloween: You’re giving me a headache, and a reporter from The New York Post saw it, quoted me, and of course fueled me to complain some more about dear ol’ All Hallows’ Eve.Three Things I can Live Without on Halloween
Last year, I got about 10 seconds of my Fifteen Minutes of Fame. I wrote a post complaining New Halloween: You’re giving me a headache, and a reporter from The New York Post saw it, quoted me, and of course fueled me to complain some more about dear ol’ All Hallows’ Eve.Where I was on 9/11/01: Stamford, CT
On September 11, 2001, I was living with my boyfriend in Stamford, CT. Notice I write I was living with my boyfriend, and not we were living together. I was woefully “between jobs,” having recently lost mine in the dot-com crash, and feeling very aimless. My boyfriend had given me a place to stay, much like you’d offer your college buddy a place to crash for a few months as he figured out what to do next. Everything I owned was stored at my childhood home in suburban Virginia, right outside of Washington, DC. Life was not terrible, but it wasn’t exactly ideal either. I was desperately hoping to find a new job and to get my life back on track.Twitter, Facebook and the good ol’ days of blogs.
Recently I’ve begun to use Twitter. A lot. I admit it: I’m totally addicted. A few months back I asked the question of whether I needed to tweet at all. Now, I only ask: how can I find more hours in the day to tweet?
In fact, I started this very post months ago. Then I started using Twitter for “research,” and well, I never even had time to finish it until today, when my toddler decided to treat Mommy and take an extra-long nap. (Thanks, buddy. I owe you one.)
For those of you who aren’t already hopelessly addicted to Twitter, let me tell you some of the great things about it: [Read more...]
What to do with your kids on school vacation week. With a pile of snow.
Vacation weeks when you’re on vacation from school, but not actually on vacation, can be long. And stressful. And let’s face it, not fun.
And vacations that aren’t really vacations, and also are long, and stressful, and not fun, are a total waste of what should be, well, a vacation week. So, with a few days left for many in this winter holiday vacation week, with extra bonus piles of snow, I give you my personal Top Five Ideas for having a really great week with your kids. [Read more...]
My Mommy-mobile
When we moved to the suburbs from Manhattan, we had like many other New Yorkers our City Car. It was old, it was dented, it was scraped, it was dirty. But none of this mattered, these were all the scars of a life well-lived in New York City, of fitting into spaces that should have been way too small, proof of the trafficy trips we’d taken to beaches, hiking trails, and the much-appreciated airport pick-ups when out-of-town guests came to visit us.
Once we got to the suburbs, our City Car didn’t look so good anymore. What once had appeared well-worn, now looked worn-out. We initially scoffed at people with their oversized SUVs, and even more-so, we couldn’t believe some people had the audacity to own two cars. We couldn’t imagine needing more than one car, but within weeks we couldn’t imagine how we had lived that long with just the one.
We were also about to have our third kid, so we decided that yes, we would become yet another suburban family with the gigantic SUV. And a few weeks later I was happily driving around in my seats-seven SUV. And I loved my new car. [Read more...]
New Halloween: You're giving me a headache
Halloween is still about a week away, but I feel like I’ve had enough of what I am now officially calling New Halloween to last me a decade. When did Halloween get so ridiculously super-sized like everything else in modern life? I hate to think I’m old enough to be talking about the good ol’ days, but that’s how I feel when it comes to Halloween – oops, I mean New Halloween. Is it really too much to ask that my kids be able to just put on a costume (or not), pull out a pillowcase, and knock on the neighbors’ doors for some mass-produced candy? And by the way, any candy would be fine. It doesn’t need to be specially manufactured for New Halloween and emblazoned with orange pumpkins, black cats and green ghouls.I Heart NJ
My time as a New Jersey resident can still be measured in days and weeks, not months and years, and I have so much more to learn about what it means to be a Jersey-ite. (Like that even, what do you call yourself in Jersey?)





