Recently, I dragged my daughter along with me on what I can only describe as (gulp) an illicit rendezvous. By the time this column comes out, this Stay-At-Home Dad may very well no longer be a Stay-At-Home Dad, but instead just some guy, just some anonymous dude, just one more A-hole out on the street… Read more »
When I was a child, my best friend Beth and I loved to play a game called Teenagers. The object of the game was to act like teenagers and involved props (lip-gloss, pocketbooks). Beth always wanted her alter-ego to be nineteen, but I felt there was something brassy and garish about that number. For me,… Read more »
After some very creative mental gymnastics, my wife and I have decided to rename our apartment. Now, don’t get the idea that we are some kind of silly people who had previously christened our little (but lovely) one-bedroom tenement as Howard or Hector or Hanley or Fred, and are now changing it to Marguerite or… Read more »
Sorry to disappoint, but this blog is not about the fabulously risky and sexually charged novel by Erica Jong. No, the title simply refers to my actual fear of getting on an airplane. In all my 27 years, I’ve never traveled by plane. If I have to travel far, I take a train or boat…. Read more »
On the 7 train heading to Queens, AANY’s Kennedy Moore enjoyed a conversation with Klaudia Maxwell… AANY: What’s your name? Klaudia: My name is Klaudia Maxwell. Klaudia with a ‘K’. AANY: Where are you heading? Klaudia: I’m heading to Long Island City, Queens to my storage unit. I’m a classic New Yorker with a storage locker…. Read more »
Ask a New Yorker: Where are we? What’s happening? I’m, like, in another world. Goran: We are on Roosevelt Island, a small island between Queens and Manhattan. It is one of the most beautiful spots on New York City. I moved here in March 2010. I would like to stay here for a long time…. Read more »
When I took stock of my schedule last week, I was pleased to note that the first installation of my new blog “Almost Cultured” would coincide with a truly refined and urbane experience: dinner at Café Boulud. My husband and I were in possession of a $100 gift certificate to Café Boulud, and—since Monday was… Read more »
I’m holding on to summer like a screaming toddler holds on to the bag of candy that mom just bought at the sweet shop. I’m going to put my fingers in my ears and tell fall to take a hike while I sip a cucumber lemonade chiller from one of the new bars in Lower… Read more »
One of my earliest memories is from 1988. I was in a movie theater in Coral Springs, Florida with my mother and sister watching The Land Before Time. I was so devastated and such a mess when Little Foot’s mother died that my mom had to take me out of the theatre and hold me while… Read more »
This past Sunday at Rockaway Beach, I met my first book customer: Bailey the Puppy. Bailey told me that he’d ordered River to River: New York Scenes from a Bicycle the moment after YBK published it last Thursday. He confirmed his purchase with a printout of his Amazon receipt, and paid for the book with Greenies. I was touched and gave him… Read more »
