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Can you see this? This is the gate I use almost daily after I drop Sid off at school. It’s up a little hill on…
Here’s what I am not going to write about: How my kids behaved like complete ungrateful, insensitive animals on much of my birthday. I am…
I really am the happiest New Yorker. Every morning I say a little prayer of gratitude for getting to live here. (It took for 40…
It was inevitable. Although I made it through seven years of the Pacific NW with my sense of humor (somewhat) in tact, it seems that…
There were some things I knew would better here (live theater, blah, blah) but I wasn’t expecting access to great produce to be one of…
Passover. Eight days for us to compensate for not being allowed to eat bread by eating remarkable amounts of just about anything else. Each year…
I had to write a short article about Passover, for which I needed a picture of food in my minivan. So I opened a box…
When I was in college, here in New York City, I discovered Kander and Ebb when I bought a ticket to stand in the back…
Fairway Market is always spectacular, and something of an emotional experience. But after a week of house arrest at the hands of the stomach flu,…
It’s humbling. We are all equal in the eye of the toilet bowl. Big props to the offspring for looking after things while I was…