I like to joke that I live in the suburbs. The strollers, the families, the dogs. The big box stores like Staples and Barnes and Noble. Oh, and subways, and crowds, and apartments and doormen. See, I am an Upper West Sider. There is not a whole lot of cache to living on the Upper West Side of Continue Reading
A New York Real (Estate) Story
Since so many of you seemed to like my story about life in NY from yesterday, I thought I'd share a little excerpt from a longer "creative non-fiction" (which means kinda sorta true) piece I've written called "Ways in Which Rich Women Are Different from You and Me." See, many moons ago, my kids Continue Reading
Too Old to Swing
I thought I could handle it. I mean, I've done it before. The ups and downs of swinging, the thrill. That feeling in the pit of my stomach. But last week, on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, I tried swinging...and it didn't go well. I think I'm a little too old. Everyone was so young. I Continue Reading