New York Kid

A First Step in My Contribution to #BLM: Teaching My Daughter to See Race

I can remember the first time it happened. It was the beginning of the school year and I was in second grade. A little girl with dark skin took up the desk next to me, but I had never seen her before. It quickly became apparent to me that she did not speak English. I was intrigued. I went home… Read more →

A Life Lesson (as told by today’s drunk LIRR rider)

Dear Evangeline,   At some point you’ll hear the expression, “in vino veritas,” which loosely translates to “drunk people don’t lie.” Well, today you encountered a very drunk young lady on the train. Some drunk people are very mean and say things like, “I’d rather see Donald Trump take the White House than have to take this Uber home with you.”… Read more →

Mommy’s Tinder Account

Dear Evangeline, When I was 16 years old, some old man told me, “live it up, kid. Because it’s all downhill from here.” And I have good reasons to believe he wasn’t alluding to the fact that I had no mortgage to pay, children to take care of, or taxes to tally. He was referring to the imminent downward spiral of my… Read more →

New York’s Best

Dear Evangeline, Last night I couldn’t sleep. You kept insisting on climbing in my bed and then snoring in my ear, so I would put you back in your own bed. This was on ten minute-long programmatic repeat all night- until 3am. It was at that point that I just didn’t give a shit anymore if you would sustain lifelong… Read more →

LEAVE IF YOU MUST, BUT TAKE NEW YORK WITH YOU

Dear Evangeline, This post is bound to get some people riled. These people are called New Yorkers. Eva, you are a New Yorker. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. And this is a piece of your identity that you will take with you wherever you may go. The first thing you should know about being a New Yorker is that… Read more →

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