by Deborah Quinn | Mar 2, 2012 | Books, marriage, pop culture, sex
So I read a fairy tale the other day. Actually, three fairy tales. A trilogy about a young girl who meets a handsome stranger with a dark secret. They fall in love (you knew that was coming, right?), overcome a variety of obstacles, banish inner demons, get married,...
by Deborah Quinn | Jan 3, 2011 | NYC, sex, street notes
I mean really, when is the last time you saw someone actually put a quarter into the phone slot and make a phone call. Is it even a quarter any more? For that matter, when is the last time that you–or anyone you know–picked up one of those pay phones and...
by Deborah Quinn | Aug 14, 2010 | Children, Kids
Standing at the crosswalk yesterday, as we were walking home, Caleb regaled me with stories about the elaborate games of catch he’d been playing in the playground. He and another boy had been bouncing a ball off a wall and then doing tricks (most of which...
by Deborah Quinn | Jul 28, 2010 | Politics, sex
Did you see the article about a contractor on trial for fraud in yesterday’s paper? It was tucked below the fold on the left side of Tuesday’s Times. I don’t blame you if you missed it. After all, how many corrupt contractor trials is a person...
by Deborah Quinn | Oct 28, 2009 | Children, Kids
I thought I’d dodged a bullet. I thought Liam’s question about “why does a mommy have another baby” question was only a thinly veiled complaint: why did you visit this fresh hell called Caleb on my heretofore idyllic existence? I...
