Good morning. It’s spring in New York these days, and I’d like nothing more than to swing up to Maine in the family sedan for an extended fishing trip, bopping from roadside diner to fruit stand, munching on overcooked home fries and thrilling to last year’s apples, feigning a genuine understanding of what it’s like to live like an average American.
But instead, like anyone who lives on one of the coasts and enjoys a steady salary and decent benefits, I’m holed up at home with my stable, nuclear family, doomed to write “newsletters” to you, dear readers, when you and I both know nothing new is going on.
Continue reading How to Cook Right Now
The second I alighted the shuttle train from Pearson to Union, I had already committed my first offense. Exiting the car I bumped my shoulder against a man with the force of a clenched fist, so close he stood near the door, so close to the tracks. His chest upholstered a baby carrier holding a teary-faced, wah-wahhing baby I glimpsed as suddenly as the impact itself. I ejaculated a terse “sorry,” dashed my eyes just as abruptly in instant humiliation, and traipsed down the corridor toward the Great Hall, the tiny wheels of my effeminate suitcase skating along the mirror shine linoleum. Continue reading My Cultural Revolution
Part 4: Breaking the Waves
As a middle-aged white woman with socially progressive but fiscally conservative politics and a fashionably cosmopolitan sensibility, I have spent the last two years aggressively surveying the media landscape, honing my editorial voice, waiting for my moonshot. Some nights I lie awake in bed imagining my name immortalized in print, anticipating Maureen Dowd’s looming retirement or Jennifer Rubin’s untimely death.
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Motherhood in the Time of COVID-19