An announcement for the new year

Ahem. I shall now attempt a TIME magazine first by making a work-life announcement on my blog, and only on my blog.

I quit.

Kidding! I’m so kidding. I need this job like I need my teeth. Who else would give me family dental coverage?! Okay, the real thing:

I’m pregnant.

Truly. I’m 16 weeks along, which is probably around the time I …

And now for Working Mom of the Year

TIME just unveiled its Person of the Year. I know, I know; you’re thinking, who what huh? Putin? As my brother-in-law said, “What—next year it’ll be Castro?”

I can give you only a tiny behind-the-scenes peek at the process that resulted in his selection because even within TIME, POY (as we call it) is heavily guarded. A few months …

When a black reporter turns white

Print and radio reporters toil unseen behind desks, at crime sites, on the campaign tour. Our work is judged for the most part by, well, our work. But for those who work in front of the camera, their appearance is part of the package. I might watch a driving report on subway fares by a local TV reporter and think, Whoa, take a look at …

What’s wrong with Hillary’s wardrobe?


Who cares what she’s saying? Her charcoal gray pantsuit is lovely. / ABC

I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that the only female candidate for president is subjected to scrutiny that wouldn’t befall her male competitors—that is, of her appearance. Sure, Huckabee lost half his weight. Yep, Giuliani ditched the comb-over. Do we harp …

In praise of slacking

As a card-carrying member of Generation X, I have long resigned myself to being labeled a no-good slacker. I don’t really care; caring takes energy, and I’m too busy lying prone on my La-Z-Boy and watching another Simpsons rerun. Could someone pass the Duff Beer?

Seriously, now that I think about it, I haven’t heard my generation accused …

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