I almost broke up with my daughter today. At about 12:45 p.m. on Prospect Park West just north of the playground. I knelt down in front of her stroller, took her sweaty, sandy hands in mine, and tried to tell …
I am sitting on a tiny child?s chair watching Kate mush hunks of Play-Doh onto a piece of construction paper. It is a frigid morning in Brooklyn, so rather than risk deadly frost-bite at the playground or terminal boredom at …
At age 37, I knew exactly what I wanted. I had been working as a theatre producer in New York City for 15 years. Creative, aggressive, ambitious, strong, loud, I had cut my career-teeth on becoming a smart woman in …