Forget about my kids; I'm the one having major growing pains. After accidentally clicking on a folder on my computer which contained pictures of my nine-year-old daughter as a cherubic toddler scampering about- I found myself overwhelmed with sadness. Okay, I was weeping uncontrollably for a solid five minutes as I clicked through a dozen or so files, charting her progression from baby to now … [Read more...]

When my husband and I were living the good life in Brooklyn Heights, in my our two-floor loft ( don't get excited it was only about 750 square foot and had a leaking roof that we could never quite fix no matter how many handy men took at stab at it) Sundays were spent lazily reading the New York Times, gardening on our deck, perusing estate sales, biking over the Brooklyn Bridge to Battery Park … [Read more...]

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...]