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.
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.”
Dinner hour, Bouley, Tribeca
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.
On the kitchen ceiling in my childhood home was a series of indents, each marking the special occasion my parents popped open a bottle of champagne.
Saving bubbly, as my folks did, for anniversaries, graduations and significant birthdays has become a relic of the past. With Anna de Codorníu, Spain’s leading sparkling wine, you can add charm and excitement to any occasion, from girls’ night out to a casual brunch or an elegant soirée.
What is it about Facebook that prompts people to post the most personal information, things they wouldn’t even share with family and love ones?
I mean a blog or twitter I could understand. But Facebook?