Columns

I’m going to confess something that might sound shocking coming from a writer who often takes as her subject the complex and sometimes dark experience of mothering young children: Today…

I’m a good mom. People tell me so, and I think it’s true. I’m not perfect, but I love my girls. As I pile them into the car in their…

We were babies together, working at a theater company. You were the wild-child with the beautiful singing voice. You played the ingénue, the sweetheart, the betrayed but strong. I was…

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…

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…

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…

This spring, impromptu wedding announcements began to appear in our e-mail in-box. Our San Francisco friends called with stories of delivering blankets and urns of coffee to hundreds of couples…

I love Martha Stewart. This statement probably doesn’t seem particularly profound so let me contextualize. I — a lesbian feminist, mother of two, working full-time, barely making ends meet, and…

When any woman becomes a new parent, she realizes either immediately or gradually that she has taken on a new role, and that other people suddenly have a whole new…

My Aunt and Uncle have their 50th wedding anniversary in the clubhouse of a golf course in Huntington Beach, California. My daughters, Keegan and Piper, are on the dance floor,…

Don’t get me started. Don’t get me started on what our society does to women’s bodies. From eating disorders to advertising to clinic bombings to fashions, women’s bodies are continually…