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There’s this expression “Qualter time,” made up by a few of my friends who know I’m often late.

I take solace in the fact...

I was sitting in hour three in a large conference room at the United Nations, you know the one with those ear thingys and translation booths all...

When my twin girls were born, the nurse would bring them to me from the nursery in two separate bassinets.

You know those adorable little cribs on...

I broke down and gave my 12-year-old son a phone last night.

When I was 12, it was 1984, and even George Orwell did not imagine that a 12-year-old...

When my son Jack was younger, I signed him up for soccer because I loved it as a kid and still do.

It made sense because he goes to an...

A few years ago, I spent a couple of weeks at the Jersey shore.

I was there with my two daughters, my friend Louise, her two daughters and -...

I have twin seniors applying to college at the very same time, and this is the key month for early applications.

What does that mean?

Aside from...

Whenever I set my alarm at the ungodly hour of 5am, my first thought is: Holy crap, I’m so tired, I can’t move.

My next thought is:...

I want to share the meaning of the Spanish word querencia.

I learned about it a few weeks ago, after one of my teenage daughters, Maddie, spent 40...

I didn’t know how to make cement from scratch, it’s not exactly a New Yorker type of activity, even though I’m surrounded by...

I’m writing from my homeland.

Sardinia, Italy.

Well, my family is from Sicily but I’m on the island right next door, so I think it...

Holy. Crap. Junior year in high school.

Do you remember the end of your junior year, complete with final exams and SATs and ACTs and the added...