Boy, did the cover image on this issue of the New York Times magazine take my breath away. The cover line reads, “The Other Mothers of Manhattan.” It is a photo essay of Manhattan’s nannies. It is the real-life version of my novel, Substitute Me. The accompanying essay by Mona Simpson is hauntingly familiar with all of the issues it raises. But the best part is this audio slide show. Check it out and let me know what thoughts come to mind.
I really dislike the word nanny. It sounds so elitist and it’s not a word I am comfortable using. And yet to call a grown woman a babysitter doesn’t sit well either. What do you call your child’s caregiver? What do you think of this story?
I’m listening.
Peace!
