Ever notice how when life runs too smoothly — so routine and lacking in drama that it begins to border on the mundane— shit happens? Usually it’s something smal... Read More
When my husband Ben told me, in no uncertain terms, that the proverbial store was closed — no third child for him— I had to come to terms with my own ambivalenc... Read More
Over the holidays, I agreed to let another woman in our home. My husband Ben had been lusting after her for awhile so, in a fit of weakness and “holiday spirit,... Read More
It’s 4:20am. You have woken up to go to the bathroom because you are so old you can no longer make it through a full night’s sleep without peeing at least once.... Read More
’Tis the season. And while I think these days a lot of people are grappling with feeling genuinely grateful given the national implosion of common decency, it i... Read More
In a previous post, I discussed how confusing and daunting the process of selecting a sleepaway camp is, given how lazy I am. Some friends responded by suggesti... Read More
When I was planning my first vacation with my then-boyfriend/now-husband Ben to Nantucket, my South African, Jewish mother — whom he was meeting for the very fi... Read More
Our kids are so wildly different from one another that it often makes our weekends positively bipolar, leaving neither them — nor us — feeling satisfied by the ... Read More
As featured in SCARY MOMMY
Getting away from my kids makes me a better mother. That’s right: the more drinking and dancing I do with my girlfriends while no... Read More
If there is one thing — and it’s the only thing — about Trump’s candidacy and, barf, presidency that I am thankful for it is that it improved relations between ... Read More
