Sometimes, the forces of the universe conspire against you. Not in any major way, like illness or worse (I can’t bring myself to actually use the word death), but in minor terrifically annoying, irritating, Larry David ways, like not being able to open that !@#$?! impregnable plastic packaging on Curb Your Enthusiasm. Or: Depriving you of the Internet for a...

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“No amount of planning can ever replace dumb luck”  So true. Take Christmas Eve. I do an Italian feast, and it ain’t easy serving 8 or 10 from a NYC apartment, even if you could hire the entire staff of Downton Abbey. So I plan it to a fare-thee-well (Does anyone say that any more?), running around with a royal blue clipboard that holds the...

What follows is music to every writer’s ears: a great review.  It’s for my book, I Can’t Believe I’m Not Bitter (what else?) and it’s from Woman Around Town, a popular online publication inNew York City and Washington, DC. “An Antidote for Holiday Stress” Pat Fortunato once lost her underwear in Rome. She agreed to meet...

OUR EASY AND FUN   10-QUESTION POLL RESULTS! As you know, sweet readers an evil grinch hacked into the blog   during the holiday season (Boo! Hiss!)    so we only have partial results of our poll. But we promised you something by    New Year’s Eve, so here goes: 1) Most of you are not bitter! 2) No one got 100,...

My cab driver yesterday did. And not just bad karma, but the good kind, the thing you get from doing something better than the usual what’s-in-it-for-me. He should know. He deals with (so-called) human behavior daily, 6 days a week, 12 hours a day: the good, the bad, the ugly, not to mention the fare beaters. Did you have any idea how hard cabbies work? I do,...

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How Much Time Do You Waste Online? What a loaded question! Personally, I may take the fifth. Does wasting time include all the trolling I do on Facebook attempting to answer my Italian relatives about how I’m doing after the hurricane in New York? Or reading the rants and ravings of my previous Italian teacher who’s beginning to sound like the love child...