LONG ISLAND OPINION; A Mother Wins a Timeout From Soccer
SUDDENLY, I'm a free woman. No, I have not become single. My children haven't prematurely flown the coop or otherwise become minors of (financially) precociously independent means.
My kids, 7, 8 and 10, aren't playing soccer this season, having played each spring and fall for five years.
My Turn: Grandma's tales from the trenches of pandemic parenting
Call me weird, but I wish I’d experience that one-Zoom-too-many sensation everyone’s talking about. Other than watching a YouTube clip of Simon Cowell almost blubbering, I’m totally out of the loop. I’m part of a legion of grandparents who, during the pandemic, are serving as parent stand-ins. To use a ’70s’ expression, it’s been, uh, real. But there have been glitches. The biggest glitch: my age. I am 68.
When Owners Become Renters
IN my dream life, I am rolling in dough, or as they say in financial circles, I am ''very liquid.'' I'm a snob and very materialistic. I want to move to a larger home, demonstrating in concrete terms my upward mobility - or my rapid spiral into greater debt, depending upon how one looks at such things. For me, in my dream life, there's no getting caught in the mortgage crunch when you're looking for a $500,000 house. Easy Street, that's my address.