I did not tell my children about Sandy Hook.
I did not tell my children about Sandy Hook because, look: I don't want to talk about Sandy Hook with my children. I don't want to...
I returned home the other day, after nearly a week away, to this:
It was a 'Welcome Home' party, organized by Emilia, the place of honor dedicated to me and adorned with messages of love,...
This is the place that I am at. I can't talk about what I am doing here, because it's for a story in a magazine that is not the online kind of magazine that...
This girl.
This girl turned seven today. I'm not sure how it is possible, but it is. Once she was one, and now she is seven, and I don't know how we got from there...
When I was six years old, my family home caught fire. We escaped out an upstairs window, climbing onto the sundeck and then dropping what seemed an interminable distance to the ground below where...
The week of Hurricane Sandy, in numbers:
Days that I was more or less trapped in an apartment with two small children: 7
Days that it took before I cracked open the bourbon: < 1
Days it...
Yesterday, discount before the storm.
Yesterday, apoplectic on the brink of the storm.
Today, watching the storm recede. (The Freedom Tower, finally visible again in the distance. Emilia: "Mommy, the clouds are letting us...
I read the story of the nanny murders yesterday morning, at about 4:30am, just after I'd hopped in a town car to get to La Guardia for an early flight to Houston. I had,...
So, this happened.
TIME named this blog to its list of the 25 best blogs of 2012. Which, yes, I am totally bragging about, because I can. And because blogging for me has, this year,...
I'm not voting in the upcoming presidential election. There's a simple reason for that: I can't. I'm Canadian. I'm what is sometimes referred to as a 'foreign national.' I live in the United States,...
