Wordless Wednesday


Guggenheim Museum

Single Mom Discount

The way there’s a senior and student discount, there needs to be a single mom rate.  Happy Hours doesn’t count.

Sunday’s Saying

“Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do.” – Benjamin Spock

Thank God For Friday And Other Stuff

One of the few perks of my job is that my company allows me to work from home two days a week. Translated: Come Tuesday and Thursday, it means two less days commuting on a dirty, crowded subway and having to rummage through my closet trying to appropriate work attire.  Yet, the real icing on the cake, is that I get more time with my daughter at a point in time when she still wants to be with her mom and before I’m cast aside and pegged as an annoying life intruder.

“Are you working from home today?” she’ll ask at breakfast on those days, and then make a big fuss when she sees me on the playground at school pick up. Nice.

My daughter will be 9 this month. When I take note at the pace the years are clipping by, I thank God I have a job that allows me to have a flex schedule.

Mommy, Have We Reached Plymouth Rock Yet?

On the subway this morning were a pair of elderly nuns, complete with habits and rosaries. My daughter, having never seen nuns before, mistaken them as “Pilgrims.”

Wordless Wednesday


Dinner hour, Bouley, Tribeca

Is He Really Well-Behaved Or Just Sleeping?

Whenever a mother brags to me about how well-behaved and focused her child is, I have to fight the inclination to point out that anything that happens during the Alpha State doesn’t count.