Jamie Lauren Sutton

Dear Ms. Demeanor:

Last year I referred my amazing housekeeper to a nice family at my son’s school.  

This family has told me that they love her as much as I do. The problem has to do with the unpleasant and somewhat bizarre behind-the-scenes details that my housekeeper has shared with me.

Dear Ms. Demeanor,

We live in a large cond-op with many families and a lovely, well-maintained playroom.

The problem is that some mothers and babysitters seem to think it is appropriate to bring obviously sick children to the playroom.  

Dear Ms. Demeanor:

Last week I came home while my housekeeper was working, and when I moved her bag from a chair, I saw some of my silverware inside.

It's not expensive stuff, so I'm guessing that my housekeeper (who came to me last year from my former housekeeper) can't even afford her own utensils.

Dear Ms. Demeanor,

My husband and I are not in the market to buy or sell, but real estate still occupies a good chunk of our thoughts and conversations, particularly when something is for sale in our own building.

Dear Ms Demeanor,

I live in the East 60s in walk-up with no doorman. Strange men buzz my apartment at least once a week. I didn't think that much of it until one said he was dropping off money.  I told him he must have the wrong apartment.

The next night I came home at 2 am with my roommate to hear the woman down the hall screaming.   At first I thought she was in pain so I was about to call 911 when I heard a man screaming, “Don’t stop!  Don’t stop!  Do it to me!”  It then hit me that she was probably a prostitute.