When is ‘New York’ Magazine like ‘Penthouse Letters’? When There Are Baby Letters!

Okay, so magazines get lots of letters, and all of them are crazy. Point conceded. I sometimes take a read through the letters at Harper’s, and those few that aren’t from geriatric Canadian socialists are definitely from nutjobs. And prisoners. Not to mention a few demonstrably dangerous people. But at least they’re all real. That …

Playdates: Your Place or Mine?

Playdates have been foremost on my JP agenda of late. He’s three and a half, which means the parallel play phase has generally faded. He’s ready for buddies. It’s a good thing for him socially, I think, and given his hyperdrive-level need for physical activity, letting him duke it out with the neighborhood children (in …

A Week on the Wagon

The Wagon rolls on, documenting the trials, tribulations, and all-around amity that characterizes our blogging relationships with each other. Here’s a rundown of the travesties: Christopher easily wins the “Best Headline of the Week” prize with his “Joy of Lex.” Don’t get too excited, though: as reward he gets to do this. His post on …