I have admiration for people who can take bad situations and make good out of them — making lemonade out of lemons, if you will. To me, it says a lot when people can bounce back after being knocked down, then dust themselves off and take another shot at whatever it was that knocked them down in the first place. READ
Riverhead’s presence on an online list of so-called sanctuary cities for undocumented immigrants has inspired a fair amount of navel-gazing in recent weeks about the town’s immigration enforcement policies. READ
There are birthday celebrations that are given to you, and then there are the ones you give yourself. READ
I don’t think Nintendo’s newest gaming system can save the princess this time.
Back when I was a teenager, my friends and I used to call my mom “the night owl.” It’s kind of a redundant term if you think about it.
As late as I’d try to sneak in some weekend nights, there she would be: up on the couch, watching TV, waiting to give me “the look.” What I didn’t realize at the time was that somehow, her night owl genes would become a part of me. (more…)
I had a few things in mind when I left a good job at the Daily News in 2008 to write for a weekly newspaper in a place I was only vaguely familiar with. For one, I wanted to write stories longer than 600 words and The New York Times wasn’t exactly knocking on my door. I also wanted to write about the people of Long Island, a place to which I felt more of an attachment than any of New York City’s five boroughs. (more…)
My husband and I rarely go to dinner parties. Most Saturday nights, I cook something, my husband does the dishes, we read a little and, if we’re feeling really frisky, we might stay up to watch the first 20 minutes of SNL. (more…)