Devorah Blachor
Dear Sweetheart, Gosh, it’s been a long day, hasn’t it? I’m beat. If I closed my eyes right now, I’d fall into Stage 4 sleep and stay there until someone shook me so violently that I’d wake up and say something crazy in a panic-stricken voice like, “Where are the elbow pipettes?” Let me say […]
Hi there! It’s great to see you too. It’s been ages. How’s that Barnard thing working out for you? Are you empowered? Validated? Have found your voice and are you expressing yourself? Remember how they played that Madonna song at your graduation? Three people did their graduation thesis on Madonna that year! Did you know […]
Matt and I found out that income we were depending on — related to his books — fell through. We sat for hours going over the figures. A day earlier, we had asked a real estate agent in Rockland County, N.Y., to visit a property. “Can you hear the noise from the Palisades Parkway?” we […]
Mari folded herself over Bundy, pretending our rabbit’s white fur was a pillow and resting her cheek on it. Bundy squirmed, broke away and scampered around our apartment. Mari used to crawl after her. Now she runs. “Bundy!” my 2-year-old called. “Bundy, come back!” Bundy stopped to sniff the “Mari House”— a 30×40 inch cardboard […]
“How do you feel about leaving your friends?” I asked Cai one evening. “A little nervous.” His sky-blue eyes darted with worry, belying his “little” qualifier. “You’re a great kid, so you’ll make great friends,” I told 6-year-old Cai. Then he talked about what dummies the Thompson Twins are — referring to the characters from […]
The first installment of my weekly column in the New York Times Motherlode, ‘Diary of an International Move’: I added up the expenses for our move: the trans-Atlantic move itself, health insurance, house rental and car. I considered the amount, went to the kitchen and opened a bag of chips. My husband, Matt, came in. […]