Deb Kelly wants a bigger closet in which to store her pajama pants

When I lived in NYC lo these not so many years ago, I had one of those rent-stabilized apartments that you normally only hear about in myth and Nora Ephron movies. It had a teeny tiny galley kitchen but a full-sized fridge, an honest-to-goodness bedroom with room for my entire bed–unfolded– and a living room with not one but two windows on the airshaft. And here’s the kicker: It had…

Wednesday, September 19, 2012