Four years ago I got a Permobil wheelchair, which I nicknamed my Cadillac. I remember the first day I took her for a spin—I was amazed by how seamlessly she turned and how smoothly she traveled, not to mention her hydraulic seat lift and front and rear-wheel headlights and blinkers. I couldn’t believe how independent… Read more »
Four years ago, I got a Permobil wheelchair which I nicknamed my Cadillac. I remember the first day I took her for a spin—I was amazed by how seamlessly she turned and how smoothly she traveled, not to mention her hydraulic seat lift and front and rear-wheel headlights and blinkers. I couldn’t believe how independent… Read more »
Ask a New Yorker: Where are you from, where do you currently live? Sigourney: I grew up in between Harlem and Brooklyn, New York. I currently live on the Upper West Side across from Central Park. Ask a New Yorker: How many Facebook friends do you have? Sigourney: I have roughly around 3,000. Ask a… Read more »
I try to be an environmental sort of fellow, an eco-friendly kind of person, a so-called “Green” in Conservative parlance, but at a certain point, certain people of a certain disposition might end up counting their chickens and their eggs and then say, certainly, “I give up.” Per my parenting adventures, I would like to… Read more »
I try to be an environmental sort of fellow, an eco-friendly kind of person, a so-called “Green” in Conservative parlance, but at a certain point, certain people of a certain disposition might end up counting their chickens and their eggs and then say, certainly, “I give up.” Per my parenting adventures, I would like to… Read more »
Ask a New Yorker: I’m with Alan Rabinowitz. Did you know that there was another Alan Rabinowitz that’s a famous zoologist? Alan: Yes I did. It’s not me. I’m the famous Internet marketer at SEO Image: http://www.seoimage.com/ Ask a New Yorker: Where do you live? Alan: New York City. Ask a New Yorker: Famous internet… Read more »
I’m a rabbit who’s never left his warren. My family has lived on York Avenue in Manhattan since 1896. I own the horseshoe that hung over the front door of my great-grandparents’ apartment at #1403. I already have 1500 old photographs of Yorkville, but nothing pumped me up like my recent discovery of the Walker… Read more »
I am dating someone new, and he recently called me out on not having a top sheet on my bed. He’s right. I do not have a top sheet on my bed. I am almost 29 years old, and I have never once put a top sheet on my bed. I wouldn’t even know how… Read more »
My father yells ‘What you gonna do with your life?’ Oh daddy dear, you know you’re still number one But girls, they want to have fun Oh girls just want to have fun . . . Cyndi Lauper’s breakaway hit had a hook that never left you—it echoed through your brain until you couldn’t bear… Read more »
I have recently found myself wondering what kind of stay-at-home dad I am going to be. There are so many options. The Goofy Geeky Awkward Stay-At-Home Dad? I have been trying to avoid that kind of persona for quite a few years now, so, definitively, No. The Aloof Stay-At-Home Dad? No. The Smooth Well-Dressed Well-Coiffed… Read more »
