During my entire relatively blissful childhood in Allentown, Pennsylvania, there was only one thing I wanted to be when I grew up: a New Yorker. I would live in Greenwich Village, wear lots of black eye makeup, write lots of brilliant poetry, and go to Broadway shows and discos. All of which came to pass except the poetry part. I never managed to write any poetry, let alone brilliant poetry. But writing — plain old prose, mostly for magazines — was how I made my big city dreams come true. When I was a junior at Sarah Lawrence College I won the Mademoiselle Guest Editor competition and got to spend a steamy summer in New York, writing, partying, and sharpening pencils. My department was Travel, my first love was travel, and my first job after college was traveling to every city on American Airlines’ route writing a guidebook for students. I lived in London, Monterey, Seattle, and finally, at last, in Greenwich Village. I became a contributing editor of New York Magazine, writing everything from Passionate Shopper columns to features on chocolate-chip cookie chic and the roller disco scene in Brooklyn. Meanwhile, I was commuting to another Brooklyn, in Illinois, to research my first book, and contributing to other publications, including Esquire, Glamour, Redbook, Ladies Home Journal, and eventually Family Circle, Life, The Village Voice, The New York Times, and The Wall Street Journal.
In 1985 I got married. And became a parent and moved to Connecticut, where I’ve been living ever since, writing articles — and a book — about parenthood, as well as plenty of travel pieces, and doing lots of other things (a writer’s life isn’t all about writing, although what you just read might give that impression) — like cooking dinner, walking the dog, and designing the angel!
During my entire blissful childhood in Allentown, Pennsylvania, there was only one thing I wanted to be when I grew up: a New Yorker.