The apartment closing was today.  I am no longer a resident of Brooklyn in even the vaguest sense.    We went back to do a final clear out of the apartment on Sunday, and I was surprised by how hard it was to say goodbye.  So much of my life was lived in that apartment. ...

You are whiling away a cold and rainy morning doing the Hokey Pokey.  Your 3 year old son has been very enthusiastically shaking it all about, so much so that he has collided with the corner of the coffee table mere minutes before you are to take him to school.  A large goose egg has ris...

Sorry for the interruption.  I turned 39 last week and needed some time to brood about it, but now I'm back, perilously close to 40 and still pretty much up in the air about what I'll be when I grow up.  Ack. Some other anxieties: The Boy's winter vacation from pre-school sta...

The Boy is developing an obsession with the toy catalogs that seem to arrive in the mail daily.  He calls them present books.  He flips through them for hours (okay, minutes, but in toddler time, it seems like hours) and makes demands about what he wants for Christmas.  Right now h...

Even though I know there won't be any news about anything until tonight, I keep cruising by my Yahoo news page just to make sure I'm not missing something. I was kinda sorta horrified to come across this. What the hell, ABC?  The Callie/Erica storyline was the only thing remotely...

It was hard to hate the suburbs this weekend.  Halloween was lovely: a small and manageable parade "downtown" and user friendly trick or treating in the neighborhood (with full size candy bars the norm for treats!).  The Boy was hepped up on sugar; The Girl was largely obliviou...

It's time for the election to end. T his kind of shit needs to stop. Or maybe we just need to have a news blackout until the 4th?  Until then we can all focus on Halloween and its aftermath....

Apologies for my absence: I've been potty training.  These past few weeks have tested my parenting mettle like none other: how to encourage without pressuring yet subtly conveying to The Boy that he HAD to use the potty if he wanted to keep going to school (and he really likes school). Mos...

I've never met BrooklynMama (now the more jaunty B Mama), which is crazy, as we we've been on similar paths geographically and maternally for the last four years. I hope to meet her now to be of some use to her and her family as they are going through hard time.  B Mama and her family (husband:...

We're recovering from our various illnesses in these parts, but I'm too wiped out to write anything of substance.  Instead I give you this: We've been working a little on social niceties, you know, saying excuse me when you burp or fart (which I genteelly call  "tooting").  Yesterday,...