Category: glamorous
My Glamorous Life
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My glamorous life: are you ready to math?
For the past two years, I’ve been publishing a daily work-and-life diary on Basecamp, sharing it with a few friends. This private writing work supplanted the daily public writing I used to do here. In…
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Healthcare in America
I’m one of the lucky ones. I have a great doctor and good health insurance. A boring generic healthcare company bought my longterm doctor’s group practice a few months ago. First thing they did was…
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A narcissist’s prayer of Thanksgiving. (My Glamorous Life)
I’m about to have Thanksgiving at home with my daughter for the first time since her mom and I split ten years ago. Ours is a gender reversal of a typical divorce situation: usually it’s…
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My Glamorous Life: On Returning
Landed 10:00 PM JFK, picked up baggage after Delta sent everyone to the wrong carousel and an exhausted airport worker before giving up told maybe five passengers about the correct carousel, and those passengers told…
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Lucky, he said. (My Glamorous Life.)
IN MARCH of this year, I had the honor to serve as a Juror in a civil case in the New York court system. In the months since I served, the city and state have…
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Grateful X 2
Sometimes you are reminded how just how incredibly lucky you are to know and work with passionate, talented people.
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My Glamorous Life: Riding North
Woke 5:00 AM New York. Fed cats, crossed town to Penn Station. Uber software was misbehaving, so instead of Penn Station New York, it booked me in Penn Station Dallas, Texas—a three-day ride costing tens…
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On practice
Over the decades I’ve used computers, my drawing skill has all but vanished—along with my ability to do calligraphy or even write legibly. Which is why I’ve started forcing myself to sketch again every day.…
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Cossack
“Are you here with your child?” It’s a Sunday and my daughter is visiting her mom. I’d spent the morning lugging my daughter’s old clothes and toys to a donation bin, where they’ll be given…
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Pulled Over (My Glamorous Life)
MOST mornings my daughter Ava and I easily navigate the path across and down Manhattan to her middle school. This morning was not most mornings. There was the bus driver who chose to block 35th…
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My Glamorous Life: The True Story of My Thanksgiving
TRAVELED 1400 miles to end up in the same place. Flew my daughter Ava from NYC Laguardia to Chicago Midway in the morning so she could spend Thanksgiving with her mom. To expedite boarding, Southwest…
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A Lucky Fella
Cat rearing as a metaphor and the joy of a feces-free tub.
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My Glamorous Life: Crossing the Continent
RAINY MORNING IN NYC. Put my kid, my ass, and my suitcase in an Uber. Dropped Ava at school, then crawled to JFK via every emergency-vehicle-blocked thoroughfare Lower Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Queens had to offer.…
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A Saint Patrick’s Day to remember
WHEN my daughter Ava was much younger—about seven—I took her to Toys R Us in Times Square one Saturday that was also Saint Patrick’s Day. You couldn’t ask for a more chaotic location and crowd.…
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Do Not Go Gentle into that iTunes Store
AT HOME, sick with a cold and bored, my daughter buys a single packet of “My School Dance” in a freemium iTunes game. The manufacturer charges her (well, charges me) for ten packets. This same…