I was raised in a family that was strongly pro-union. My paternal grandparents, both NYC-born children of Jewish immigrants who found fulfilling careers in social work and education, were staunch and unmoveable Marxist lefties. As the child of the Boomer they accidentally raised to be fiercely ambitious and capitalistic, I was reared with both aContinue reading “The Invisible Mom Strike”
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We have a new kitchen
My new kitchen has green cabinets and wide drawers with many segments for many utensils and a garbage disposal and a sink big enough to bathe a small child. I’ve spent the weekend unpacking our things and outfitting the space with all kinds of organizational and aesthetic accoutrements, and I am pleased to report that I am now a completely new and different person.
Hey, What’s New?
I ran into a friendly acquaintance while walking the dog the other day. “Hey, what’s new, how are you?” She asked, unsuspectingly. “Well,” I began, and this is a very bad way to begin. Anyone who asks that question and is met with that answer experiences instantaneous regret. Wrong place, wrong time, friendly acquaintance Kelly.Continue reading “Hey, What’s New?”
Nina is losing it 