It’s When Harry Met Sally. Without Harry. Or Sally. That’s my review, and now you don’t have to go to the bother and expense of actually seeing the movie. But I was not so lucky. I didn’t pay attention to the reviews. Oh course, no one is so naive as to believe the ads: “An epic romance!” Please, someone, tell Harper’s...

I CAN’T BELIEVE IT IS BUTTER!   Of all the weird things about the Iowa Straw Poll —which involves a tiny per cent of Republicans (17,000 out of 55,000,000) but gets what feels like 100% of news coverage 100% of the time — the weirdest thing of all is that snacks at the fair/convention in Ames, Iowa include this one:               Fried Butter On A Stick....

I hate sciatica. It’s not just the pain. No likee pain. And it’s not even the inconvenience, although I did have to cancel a lunch, a pedicure, and a date to go to the movies because sitting for any length of time is difficult. The real reason I hate it so much is that it’s an “old” condition. As in, you never hear anyone of 20...

Our book club has a few problems. Agreeing on what to read next is like Democrats and Republicans reaching a (Gasp!) compromise. Some of us (me) want classics, Diana the latest bestsellers (although she did suggest The Great Gatsy last time), and Betsy doesn’t want to do hardcovers. Setting a date to meet is harder than getting a bachelor on one of those...

Gay Marrriage: Legal In NY! And you know what that means: gay weddings. As of Sunday, we’ve been having them like crazy.  But when I wrote about this two years ago, it was the first —and only— time readers didn’t leave comments. What was that about? Maybe you thought maybe it was a non-issue — that consenting adults of any gender should be able to...

  . . . And then       you fry.   Unless you wear lots of sunscreen.                                I love the beach, really I do. But even I, sun worshipper that I am, and isn’t it...

. . . at Harry’s Bar? It was me. Well, sort of . . . My husband and I were staying in Venice in a swanky hotel, with a staff more than willing to satisfy our every whim. Actually, I was pretty whimless, except for one thing: I wanted to go to the famous Harry’s Bar — and I wanted a good table. If you were banished to the back room, you might as well skip...

  Can WHAT do WHAT? WHAT COULD  BE WRONG WITH CHILDREN’S BOOKS? Am I saying that Pat The Bunny (no relation) can warp young minds, or that the Little Engine that Could shouldn’t have? Well, I’ve just been to a play, The Misanthrope, that led me to think that.FYI: According to my trusty dictionary on my trusty I-Mac, a misanthrope is: a person...