DADWAGON

There is something foul afoot in Manhattan. It is the sheer expensiveness of the place. We did fine for a while, when I had a corporate job, and then even afterwards when I had left that job but was working plenty. But now, even though I’m actually working more than ever, somehow we slipped, fell [...]

It’s 5 am and I’m up early to try to do some work before the kids get up because after we all leave the house, I will have to invest another morning in the quixotic search for a kindergarten (if I’m Quixote, who is my Sancho Panza? My iPhone? I am alone). My itinerary this [...]

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? A while since we took on that hoary, divisive subject: babies in bars. Well, if you’ve been waiting for a chance to foam at the mouth about the diaper-clad set occupying the dive where you get sloshed, then wait no longer! First, send a thank you to Bloomberg’s Board [...]

Uh. Hi there. How are you? You look lovely. Is that a new hairdo? Ahem, who me? I’m the new guy, I guess. Being hazed by the DadWagon posse—being put the test. I’m Ronnie Wood to these Rolling Stones, if you do the musical metaphor thing. If things work out and we all like each [...]