I’m not rich, but I have needs. Oh, so many needs. That’s why I’m casting a covetous eye at the latest trend of the idle (or busy) rich who hire private concierges to cater to their every desire. Yes, I’m not rich, but I dream big. Read more
After almost 40 years, you would think I know everything about Handsome Hubby, but recently I learned otherwise. The occasion for my surprise, you learn something new, late-life revelations, was HH’s 50th law school reunion. Read more
In the name of beauty, women (and men) willingly go under the needle and knife for fillers and plastic surgery. And likewise for Dame Lithe, we submit for weekly injections of Ozempic and Mounjaro. But me? Well, I alas know the real Needle Way of Life! The result? I’ve become a human pincushion! It may be my “secret” to eternal vitality, but yikes, it hurts! Read more
Handsome Hubby and I are closing in on 40 years of wedded bliss. Hard to believe. It’s been a long time, true, but still, each day offers thrills. How do we keep it fresh and exciting? What’s our secret? Why, we play games!
In fact, we recently invented a new game. Read more
As you know, I’m a Broadway baby who not-so-mysteriously finds herself living in Reno, NV. Blame it on Handsome Hubby. I love the guy, and he loves his hometown. So, here we are. But don’t get me wrong, Reno has its “unique” cultural charms, like the annual Best in the West Nugget Rib Cook Off, which attracts 350,000 chowhounds and competitors from countries as far away as Australia and the UK. It’s a pork fest like you’ve never seen or smelled. For six days, people live high on the hog, eating and eating and eating. Read more
My new “social” life is quite “lively.” My old social life used to be filled with dinner invitations and evenings at the theater. Now, however, my calendar is occupied by traveling to — and attending — funerals and memorial services. Read more
“Faces and Places.” The title comes from a gentle, sentimental Tom Paxton song written decades ago. Yet, it now comes to mind in a completely different context. Read more
Most girls go gah-gah when their guy whispers “I love you.” While those words are sweet, I, a die-hard New York shopaholic, prefer a man who murmurs a decidedly different set of magic words: “I can get it for you wholesale.” Better still, if he — tall, dark, and a retailer, proclaims he can provide two-day free delivery, I’m all his. If not, I’m just as likely to shout in my best Brooklynese, “fuggedaboudit.” Read more
We just weathered a wildfire evacuation alert. We were warned that come morning, we’d likely need to leave our home. I prepared for the worst, loading the car with clothes, medicine, and irreplaceable photos and mementos. Thanks to the skill of firefighters, we didn’t have to leave. Still, afterward, there were consequences! I faced a choir of wildfire evacuation critics, who complained my emergency packing measures fell short of “their” expectations! Read more
Some people ponder big philosophical questions — the meaning of life, who wrote the book of love. Weighty stuff like that. Me? I’m stuck sweating the small stuff. What’s the difference between a large and a small shallot? Can I refreeze meat I’ve already taken out of the freezer? And do you have to rinse dishes before loading the dishwasher? Read more