At thirty-seven, Jane Howe is pretty sure she has attained the perfect life: a well-paying job, fantastic friends, family close by (but not too close), and a Greenwich Village apartment that makes visitors drool with envy. But that’s before she sees the perfect child. There he sits in his strolle...
It was a weird and twisted journey, but we both got here. And please don't think that it was all soft ice cream after she got a good night's sleep and Peter came back. Oh. My. God. I remember Cathy, the nanny, and she was so great. I loved her, I think. But then she went to school and became a de...
I dreamed. I wasn’t supposed to, but I did. Don’t tell anybody. At first, this dream was about those mall walkers. They were doing their walking thing, but this time they whispered the word “she” over and over again. “She she she she she she!” After a while, it almost sounded like a rainstorm. Bu...