A while back I tallied how much I spent in childcare since Savannah was born. When I tried to share the figure with a single mom friend, she stopped me. “Don’t! It’s too depressing,” she barked.
She was right. But, oh, the things I could have done with that money. Bought beachfront property in the Hamptons. Got a boob job, facelift and a lifetime supply of Botox. Opened an orphanage in India and saved thousands of homeless children. Instead, I paid for college girls to sit on the couch and text their boyfriends.
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I learned to knit shortly after my daughter was born and soon became addicted, as it became my coping mechanism for dealing with all her medical issues. Like a mad woman on deadline, I furiously stitched my way through those countless doctor appointments and hospitalizations. At that time, I wasn’t as concern about finishing my the scarf or hat I was knitting inasmuch to trying to alleviate my stress and redirect my thoughts.
Looking back on those early years I can recall several occasions when doctors, noting my fragile emotional state, asked if I wanted “something.” I always refused. What got me through those long, lonely nights sitting in emergency rooms and waiting for tests results wasn’t prescription based, but some good yarn and needles.
In today’s New York Times there’s a great piece by Jane Brody on the health benefits of knitting. As a knitocholic who can’t go anywhere without having at least one knitting project stashed in my bag, I am delighted that knitting finally is getting the recognition it deserves.
With New York City temperatures soaring, I have been escaping to the Jersey Shore on the weekends with Summer Secrets (St. Martin’s Press) by New York Times bestselling author Jane Green. A juicy drama filled with rich characters set against glitzy locations, it’s the perfect book to escape with on a warm summer’s day.
When my childhood friend Vicky blurted during our weekly call “Oprah ain’t all that” I had to readjust the phone. Clearly, I misheard.
Sharing your distaste for the talk show queen is equivalent to a politician admitting he dodged the Vietnam draft. It’s one of those anti-American acts you ‘fess to when the New York Times is hot on your trail and only then minutes before they go to press.
On Friday Woody Allen responded to his daughter Dylan’s sexual abuse allegations with a letter in the New York Times. (See New York Times).
When I read the Op-Ed I felt sick to my stomach, and not because I think the famous writer/director is a pedophile, and for the fact of the matter, nor did the experts at the Yale-New Haven Hospital who investigated the case 21 years ago and found Dylan’s claims unsubstantiated. It’s because I too have been the target of an angry, vindictive ex years after we’ve parted ways.
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