My Mom Was Born Without Gaydar

As a New York City teenager in the 50’s my mother spent her time in the Village smoking¬†Gauloises and otherwise being fabulous with her girlfriends. I know about some of her favorite haunts because she brought me to them endlessly and repeatedly since before I could even remember. There was Chumleys, DiRoberti’s, El Faro and then there were the Chinese restaurants everything South of Houston (Yona Schimmel’s, Katz’ and Russ and Daughters). There was a midtown and an uptown to Manhattan but they were never as interesting to us as …

The Perfect Mother’s Day

Yesterday was blissful as Mother’s Day always is. Mr. G always makes a bigger fuss than necessary and I always let him. It’s my wifely duty to be a little pampered. Saturday night we couldn’t quite agree on where to eat but we all agreed that we’d be eating out. The kids wanted Laurel Tavern but they don’t really understand that it’s a bar. So they don’t understand that on a Saturday night no one wants them there. Further the place is packed and loud and Laker-y. So we drove …

Five Great Mother’s Day Gifts for Mom Bloggers

Everyone knows that my husband doesn’t love me enough to get me any of the three things I want most for mothers day. A butler A Bentley Chickens (not in my freezer either) So I’ll have to suffer through with the small luxuries I’ve become content with. Here are a few items every Mom Blogger is dying for. A new computer. I’ve been testing out the ASUS All In One PC ET2700INKS at $1500 it’s not cheap, but it’s beautiful and it’s fast and Windows 7 is a joy. A …

You’re a Great Mom

One of the secrets of Motherhood is that women share knowledge. I imagine it’s part of our roots as the gatherers of the hunter-gatherer lifestyle. Women share a bit, mothers share a lot. You won’t find a community quite like the community of mothers anywhere else on earth. When we’re pregnant we’re drawn to each other. We ask questions that appear to be intimate and overly personal, but as motherhood binds us to one another we find that the questions and their answers are intimate yet not intrusive. We want …

An Open Letter to my Husband in Anticipation of Mother’s Day

Dear Mr. G., I don’t want much for Mother’s Day. I¬†absolutely¬†positively do not under any circumstances want to find myself in a restaurant with proper linens. Maybe instead of taking them to a tennis lesson the four of us could just hit some balls? Maybe we’ll just sleep in a little? I’d really like a compost tumbler. I don’t really want to have to dig through a compost bin and I’ve always wanted a tumbler. There are a few options for them and I’m not convinced that a $300 tumbler …