Monthly Archives: May 2014

DON’T BE A JERK, LITTLE ONE

Dear Evangeline, It’s been a crazy few weeks and a lot has been on my mind. Too much, in fact. And, despite what many of the readers whom I have shared these letters with think, I do keep some things private. No one needs to know about the genuinely crazy thoughts that lurk in my head. But there’s something I… Read more →

MAMA, I NEED LULLABIES, NOT SIRENS

  Dear Evangeline, I’m writing to you today because I’m in a dark place. It feels like there is no way out, but I’ve been here so many times before and I know there is a dimly lit path that leads to the exit. I’ve taken the route so many times that I can no longer doubt that it’s there,… Read more →

Basquiat for Toddlers

Dear Evangeline, You are now 15 months old. With the few notable exceptions of a short visit to the Armory Show, the poop escapade at the Prado, and the full blown toddler tantrum at the Heckscher Museum of Art, mama has been largely denied one of her favorite pastimes, art gazing, for about as many months as you are old.… Read more →

BREAK GLASS, KID

Dear Evangeline, It wasn’t long ago that I wrote to you, stressing the importance of a woman’s responsibility to do her part in overcoming the stigmas of her generation. I didn’t mention, however, the murkiness of such a task. The mainstream (female) media and society have many progressive goals in mind: to bury racism, fight for their reproductive rights and,… Read more →

HI, I’M YOUR MAMA, AND I’M AN ADDICT

  Dear Evangeline, Your mother is an addict. There, I said it. I’m pretty sure everyone has been thinking this, but no one wants to say it aloud. Not to me, at least. But all the naysayers probably make some good points. And, I’ll admit, there is even an off-chance that they aren’t naysayers at all. Maybe they are just… Read more →

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