2007. I’m teaching at Stella Maris, a small girls’ Catholic high school in Queens. Many of my colleagues are nuns.Read More
I met my future stepmother in a Leningrad subway when I was eight. Luda was a twenty-year-old transplant from a small Ukrainian town…Read More
It was eight minutes before the taxi arrived to take my husband to the airport. We were in the bathroom, throwing toiletries into a tartan sponge bag.Read More
Helen Hayward’s “My children, my life,” in Aeon Magazine In this thought-provoking personal essay, Hayward challenges the assumption that a woman can’t dedicate herself…Read More
I had only a minute while I waited for the doctor to meet my patient. I grabbed a plastic cup and a pregnancy test from the lab and slipped into the bathroom.Read More
This morning, Steven and I woke up late and tired because our two-year-old had been up twice in the night dreaming about scary dinosaurs…Read More
You are a centrifugal force to be reckoned with: this, I concede from the outset.