My wife and I relocated from the concrete labyrinth of New York City to the rolling hills of a suburb north of the city.

Our new hood looks a bit Stepford-wifey, but it was a nice respite from the ear-splitting police sirens of Manhattan at 3:00 A.M.

Here, the lawns are meticulously mowed, the flowerbeds could win awards, and a well-maintained woman with a tiny, yipping dog hanging out of her purse is not an uncommon sight. It’s tranquil and scenic, but we also found it kind of boring after years in the city. However, it got a lot more interesting when we met our neighbors, Chrissy and Melanie.

After two months, my wife and I had settled into a routine. I’d come home around seven to find Lauren waiting with a cooling dinner plate and my newborn son tugging at her boob for some attention.... Read More