Rants, observations and musings (but mostly rants)

The best problem to have

The best problem to have
My kid cannot stop smiling at me. K has come a long way since I was finding my contacts in the refrigerator six weeks ago. We're all sleeping better and my now 9-week-old bean has sprouted the cutest little personality. No one tells you just how tough the first weeks of having a newborn can be. It goes beyond the sleep deprivation and your hormones bouncing off the walls. It's a completely one-sided relationship with this tiny, helpless person--Read more--

Life, turned upside down

Life, turned upside down
I have no idea what day it is. I have a new appreciation for peeing alone, 4 a.m. and the dry cycle after a pedicure. I've been wearing three pairs of the same black stretchy pants for weeks. I watch Friends and Full House reruns on DVR almost exclusively as they're all my fried brain can process. I've been covered in several bodily fluids at once. I found my contact lenses in the fridge this morning. I feel like a food truck an--Read more--

New Apartment Bliss

New Apartment Bliss
It's finally happened ... we moved into a real, grownup, civilized NYC apartment. With a doorman! And elevators! And dry cleaning In. The. Building. What's more, now that my neighbor from hell is no more, my home is quiet. Like, really quiet. Like, the first couple nights I kept whispering to my husband because the atmosphere was so library-like. It's also got this wall of windows and while we face another building, we also have a parti--Read more--

Descending Into Madness ... Thanks, Neighbor

Descending Into Madness ... Thanks, Neighbor
I hate my upstairs neighbor. And I mean all four letters of that "very strong word." (Yeah, I really glommed on to that lesson as a kid.) This is the plight of many a New Yorker. You're trying to enjoy a little slice of serenity in your Manhattan-sized apartment, but all you can concentrate on is your upstairs neighbor inexplicably stomping across the floor at 10 o'clock at night on a Wednesday. My particular neighbor, a crazy old kook with--Read more--

What Baci the Pitbull Taught Me About Fostering Dogs

What Baci the Pitbull Taught Me About Fostering Dogs
I've been a short-term foster mom for three rescues from NYC's The Bully Project, and each of the dogs couldn't have been more different from one another. First came Hunny, who I'm sure was part bulldog. She loved nothing more that long, loud naps on the floor. This dog could snore! Then I had Ethel, easily the snuggliest dog I've ever met. Between her love of snoozing on me and her penchant for playing fetch in my one-bedroom apartment (no--Read more--

Dwarf: A Memoir

Dwarf: A Memoir
Born with diastrophic dysplasia, a very rare form of dwarfism, Tiffanie DiDonato dreamed of living a normal life—of being able to reach the sink unassisted or even someday driving a car so she could have the independence so many of us take for granted. This courageous young woman underwent a series of radical surgeries that involved breaking bones and drilling dozens of pins into her limbs in the hope that her body would fill in the gaps. Incredi--Read more--