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She’s Leaving Home

Just a short while ago my 17-year-old daughter left to go to Greenwich Village for a Princess Valentine’s Day party with a group of friends, fellow seniors from her high school. The rule was to wear a dress in pink or purple—later stretched to allow red—and bring a...

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Too Many Cooks–Make a Wonderful Thanksgiving

Yesterday, I cooked Thanksgiving dinner with my son, daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law-to-be, and daughter, with a slight assist from my granddaughter-to-be (a five-year-old who’s a whiz at snapping green beans in half).  Not too many cooks, but we had to take numbers...

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Hooked

Today I am wearing three Rainbow Loom bracelets made out of rubber bands. That wouldn’t be a surprising statement coming from an eight-year-old girl or even the mother of an eight-year-old girl. But my daughter is 17. She found out about the Rainbow Loom while she was...

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Mean Girls Head Over Heels

A teacher at my daughter’s high school once asked her what she did to relax— and she answered, “Babysit.” She loves to babysit. She loves kids. She’s really good with them, too. She’s the one who can make the shy kids comfortable, get them to talk. The one who got a...

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A Personal Argument Against Stop and Frisk

Despite the fact that my name is Wing, I am not a frequent flyer. I travel by plane maybe three or four times a year for vacation or to visit my son and his family in Chicago. Maybe I'd take planes more often if I, like so many others, didn't hate the experience of...

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Beanies We Hardly Knew Ye This morning my older son’s fiancee posted a picture of him walking her five-year-old daughter to her first day of kindergarten at a Chicago public school. (While the little girl is not officially his daughter, he considers her to be so and...

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The Unlevel Playing Field

A few years ago I attended an event at Lincoln Center. At one point I went to use the bathroom, and chose the stall designated for the handicapped. I was greatly amused to see that the flush was a foot-activated pedal. Not a major incident, but I thought about this...

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“After” Words

So I’m reading the New York Times book review today and guess what? Natasha Farrant’s published a middle grade novel called After Iris about a girl whose twin sister has died. Almost the same title, same subject matter as After Isaac, my young adult book. But I’m not...

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If This is Tuesday, it Must be Bowdoin

My daughter, a junior in high school, my husband and I spent most of her spring vacation visiting colleges. We got to a mere 10; we know a family that visited 13 schools, and I'm sure there are others that would scoff at our puny efforts. Not that we're finished...

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Tim Gunn forgive me, for I have sinned

The other night I went with my daughter to hear Tim Gunn in conversation with Bud Mishkin. A convergence of menschen. Tim is delightful, but also intimidating. After carefully choosing an outfit to wear in the presence of the High Priest, I realized to my horror that...

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