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In our new series Pregnancy Diaries , we ask expecting women to jot down every pregnancy-related detail of their lives for a week. (Special thanks to New York mag and Refinery29 for the inspo.) Work-related conundrums, struggles with IVF, and a whole lot of nausea, ahead. For our eighth entry, we have a 33-year-old part-time publicist from Connecticut who’s 25 weeks along. She and her husband of almost eight years have a “spirited” two-and-a-half-year-old girl, and don’t know the sex of baby number two.  How long did it take you to conceive?  It took just a couple of months to conceive baby #2. My cycle has tended to fluctuate month-to-month since having my daughter, so it was a bit of a challenge to track accurately. We’ve been incredibly fortunate and have not experienced any fertility issues to-date. Any other details relevant to your pregnancy? Our daughter was born three weeks and one day early, and I gave birth less than three hours after my water broke. This is known as precipit...

Hi everyone!  Another busy week here in NYC as the Summer winds down. The big news this week is the solar eclipse that is happening tomorrow so head to Hayden Special Event : Total Solar Eclipse at the American Museum of Natural History, a Solar Eclipse Viewing Party at the NY Hall of Science, Solar Eclipse Viewing Party ! at the Clinton Hill Brooklyn Public Library and check the Brooklyn Public Library website to see all the branches having solar eclipse events .  Also this week check out Stomp, Clap & Sing with Alex Mitnick & the Kaleidoscope at the Central Brooklyn Public Library , Free “Community Cowpoke Class” with Hopalong Andrew at Whole Foods, Red Hook Flicks : Minnions at Valentino Pier , African Dancing and Folktales at the 58th Street New York Public Library , New York Classical Theatre : Macbeth in Brooklyn Bridge Park , Movies Under the Stars: Sing in Saratoga Square Park , US Open Experience at the Seaport District NYC , Miss Nina and the Jumping Jacks at the...

I am an old man in his sixtieth year. I have entered that decade of life which destroys the last illusion and beyond which lies death, swift or lingering, actuarial or real. I am also poor, incontrovertibly, humiliatingly poor, for the first time in my life. My total annual income , from a modest pension ($1980) and the interest ($168.75) from an equally modest savings account , is 6 percent of what I earned in my prime-and less than two thirds of the property tax I once paid on a five-bedroom home with swimming pool in Westchester County, New York. I am divorced and living alone in an alien city of 800,000 strangers. My aging body betrays me day by day; the ground I am losing now I lose forever. So I perceived myself, at any rate, when the plane from a foreign country dropped me in San Diego one night seven months ago. Behind me stretched an aimless, six-year, expatriate trail through the South Seas, Asia, and Latin America that began when divorce and its inevitable byproducts-seco...