Big and Carrie had red balloons and “Moon River” and absofuckinlutely. My husband and I haveThe Wall. Nick and I met during our freshman year at Syracuse University. I was a nervous girl from Maine with a bad haircut and a boyfriend back home; he was a bandana-wearing, Marlboro Reds-smoking force of nature, swooping anyone… Read more »
Fifty-one years ago this week, I was lowered into the 1961 Yankee bullpen and shook hands with future Hall of Famers. This event blew my seven-year-old mind. In 2008, the New York Times published the story. What follows is the full version of the events of that day… The Boy in the Bullpen I barehanded… Read more »
Big and Carrie had red balloons and “Moon River” and absofuckinlutely. My husband and I have The Wall. Nick and I met during our freshman year at Syracuse University. I was a nervous girl from Maine with a bad haircut and a boyfriend back home; he was a bandana-wearing, Marlboro Reds-smoking force of nature, swooping… Read more »
…that He might make you know that man does not live by bread alone… —Deuteronomy 8:3 Last week, I addressed Bloomberg’s proposed soda ban. After stewing on the issue for the past several days, I realized I had even more to say… There are many compelling reasons for the government to try to get people… Read more »
I hope everyone had a wonderful July 4th holiday. I spent the day at the beach because it was much too hot to stay in my apartment and watch my cats, who actually pant and generally look even hotter than I feel. It is guilty escapism with a holiday twist. For this edition of Lights… Read more »
This past holiday week I went to visit a guy I’ve been long-distancely dating for a few months. While I was at his apartment, I felt a full-blown nervous breakdown coming on. A what-am-I-doing-with-my-life-I’m-going-to-die-alone-my-thighs-look-fat-in-everything-I-wear kind of breakdown. Not good. I tried the standard think-about-nice-things-like-puppy-dogs-Swedish-fish-and-Paul-Rudd’s-delicious-smile route, but it wasn’t working. Shit! I was on the verge of a serious nervous… Read more »
Sometimes I’d rather forget my past and move on with my life. At a recent speaking event, however, I was reminded just how important talking about one’s childhood can be. New Alternatives for Children asked me to speak at a foster care forum hosted by the New York City Administration for Children’s Services. The forum… Read more »
Q: My sister is in need of a bag, and it’s been two years since she’s found one she likes. She happened to see a lady with one she adored the other day, and the woman told her that she had gotten it at Halls (an exclusive department store in Kansas City owned by Hallmark)…. Read more »
Having a daughter is a pure romance in itself, where you are in love with your child but completely non-possessive. It’s different to any relationship I’ve had. It’s on a higher level of purity. Closer to divine love. It’s made me aware of a capacity for love that I wasn’t aware I possessed, and that’s one of the few… Read more »
We met Judy on the roof-top penthouse of Toshi’s Living Roomat The Flatiron Hotel. Ask a New Yorker: Where are you from? Judy: I’m from Dublin, in Ireland. Ask a New Yorker: Cool, Leprrechauns and Guinness. If you start missing your home you can always head out to Sunnyside, Queens, where we have lots of… Read more »
