Daily Archives: February 21, 2008

and another thing, on Parenting Teens, this just in…maybe I…

Ueban Baby

Following is a second and final set of answers from Erin Sheehan, the community editor for UrbanBaby, who took questions from readers this week about parenting in New York City and other urban areas. A previous set of answers was posted on Feb. 13.

All of these questions bring back a lot of memories. But as a mother of a 15-year-old, I’d love to see a blog or column address raising teenagers in the city — limits, money, friends, Internet access – all the good stuff. New York Times, take me up on this!


Your sentiments echo some of UrbanBaby’s message board users. We have users of all ages and in different life stages. Some join the community because they are still interested in connecting with other mothers on issues that all women continue to face regardless of the ages of their children. We’ve even had members admit that they do not have children, but they continue to tap into the UrbanBaby community for advice, support, entertainment and the sharing of life experience. After a quick search, I found numerous blogs dedicated to parents raising teenagers, but I was not able to find one specifically for New York City moms. Perhaps you have thought about staring one yourself?

A Night Uptown


I spent the evening in your neck of the Manhattan woods, at Columbus Circle’s Jazz at Lincoln Center in the beautiful Allen Room. I met KW there to see the Punch Brothers play — a group of good-looking and extremely talented 20-something musicians. I have a small crush on Noam, the banjo player, but an even larger crush on the Allen Room itself. There’s something both intimate and vast about the space. It’s like your brain can’t decide how to classify the size because of the incredible view of Columbus Circle, Central Park, the uptown skyline. The “spectacular-ness” of the night increased when, just as the music slowed down, the evening’s special guest, the eclipse, covered the moon.

Nature, music and the urban energy all combined to create a truly magical moment, where only the lights of the city and rose glow of the stage spots looked like candles in the ink black night. One of those moments that reminds me of why I love New York.