As we embark on this truly dangerous time in our City, I find myself getting livid when I see the various armchair quarterbacks commenting on the news, on social media, and even in casual conversation about what the police should do. Never before has a profession had so many sideline experts shouting at them for the way they handle themselves; never has a noble profession been so reviled. I AM DONE. And here's my warning: UNLESS AND UNTIL YOU ARE WILLING TO GO OUT, STRAP ON THAT BULLET-PROOF VEST, SAY GOOD-BYE TO YOUR FAMILY ONLY TO NOT BE SURE OF A SAFE OR SWIFT RETURN, TO SERVE THOSE WHO DO ..read more

Since the minute this awful pandemic began making headway in the NYC area, I've heard people encourage me to journal; to make or take notes, to save the headlines, to encourage my son (now 6) to doodle, draw, or journal about the history we are quite literally living through right now. Hate to tell you: it doesn't work that way. Perhaps it does for some. I'm sure there are writers all curled up in their designated Book Nooks right now, creating great prose that will speak to an entire generation about their experience. That's not me. Thursday night, a member of the custodial staff at my husban ..read more