I grew up in privileged surroundings, I’m not gonna lie. I spent my summers at an exclusive family resort in New York’s Catskill Mountains. My family expected me to join the Peace Corps and save the world before marrying a doctor, like my father. But I become infatuated with the camp’s dance instructor, Johnny Castle, and one summer we…
–Oh, wait a minute, that’s not me. That’s Baby Houseman from “Dirty Dancing.”–
I am a former entertainment editor of Seventeen and More magazines where I wrote movie and book reviews. I am also a former copywriter and photography producer for J.Crew.com.
Today I write a parenting-humor blog called “Dear Babies” (for a sample, check out the “fan faves” on the right) and I stay up late hunched over my laptop working on things. “Things” can mean a collection of humor essays about funerals (you: “sounds hilarious!”), a fiction book about a suburban stay-at-home mom (you, again: “how’d ya think of that that one?!” to which I say “my you have a lot to say…”), or there’s always staring at the ceiling with general anxiety about the world and how to raise my children in it, as well as remembering, crap, I left laundry in the washer, again.
Oh yeah, I’m a stay-at-home mom to toddler twins, which means I’m kind of like Jack Nicholson’s character in “The Shining” if instead of an inn caretaker he were a short-order cook.
Still, I think that life is awesome.
Okay fine I was drunk when I wrote that.
But I do think that life is many things–scary, beautiful, hard, hilarious–especially when you become a parent, and that’s what I like to write about.
I write the story of trying. Of figuring it out as we all bump along. Of in the end, believing Bob Marley: Every little thing IS gonna be all right.