Christene Barberich

I remember the first time I set eyes on Linda Rodin — in person, not just in pictures — several years ago at an industry event, where I

For the past six years, I’ve been writing in a diary to a child who doesn’t exist. This was supposed to be my child. Our child. My husband’s and

Though spring’s elusive tidings of sunshine have been threatening to descend upon our sad pallors since, well, March, some of us have found other ways

A few mornings ago, I was walking down West 15th Street when a bike messenger whizzed alongside me and shouted so close and so loud it almost made me drop

For some reason, when I first moved to New York City after college, I made a peculiar promise to myself: That when I finally became a published writer, I

With the world lately feeling so completely out of whack, it seemed an even crueler blow to also lose Bill Cunningham this past weekend. The treasured New

About a year ago, shortly after I turned 45, I started (finally) thinking about getting Botox. I had never done anything particularly ambitious or

Talking about love, sex, and the general "state of affairs" is a staple of any friendship. Whether you're griping or gushing, we all turn to our closest