The Blog

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 that one of my two sisters ...

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 aroun...

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 wh...

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 wo...

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 international ...

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 - surround...

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 the...

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: Come on! Why can’...

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 ho...

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 concrete.

I never really...

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 counts.

At least...

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 pressu...