When I was a wee, nubile 23-year-old writer living in the big bad, very expensive city of Manhattan where rent is the equivalent of a vacation to a tropical paradise and I subsisted on Ramen noodles for two out of my three daily meals, I definitely made a conscious decision to date guys that had stability, a.k.a. a good job.Of course, most of the 23-year-old guys I knew were like me --struggling … [Read more...]
Mean girls
As I pry open the heavy metal door at my daughter's school, I notice, she is sitting on a chair by herself, while a gaggle of nine year-olds are whispering and laughing on the other side of the room. She meets me outside dragging her worn out backpack, which has lost all but one of its wheels-one more thing to put on my to-do-list buy her another book bag-and I look into her glassy eyes and I can … [Read more...]
Marriage is hard
I love my mother desperately- I owe her my life, quite literally- but I also know that her insistence that I marry a doctor or lawyer- had me convinced that to do otherwise would be sacrilege. In fact as soon as I turned 18 she began dropping comments- not so discreetly, like; when was I going to get married, who I should marry, etc. Although I went to college- the goal was not to find my passion … [Read more...]
Lost has been the glue that has held my marriage together for six years – now what?
My husband as I've "mentioned before" is not much of a night owl-- he needs to be in bed with the covers tucked under his chin by 8 pm.. okay wait sometimes, if he's feeling particularly adventurous he'll prop his eyes open with toothpicks for me and feign interest in whatever I'm talking about so that he can tell me the next morning-- see I did stay up and talk to you. Cause you know I'm always … [Read more...]
No I didn’t marry my sugar daddy…
I really feel the need to clarify the title of this blog- as I've been "notified" that it insinuates that I'm a gold digger. Let me just make one thing clear-- if I was TRULY a gold digger- when I met my husband who... unlike the other physicians I had dated (um by the time I got married was likely half the staff at NYC's St. Luke's Roosevelt and Mt. Sinai)- he was NEVER one to wear his M.D. … [Read more...]