Well, folks, it’s that time of year again. When you promise yourself you’ll do all those things that will allow you to become a better person and make the world safe for democracy. Actually, it’s 14 days past that time of year, which leads me to: Never Put Off Tomorrow What You Can Put Off Today Resolution #1: I will not procrastinate any...

If you fell for the title, you’ve come to the wrong place. You want the Martha Stewart Christmas web site. But wait! Don’t leave, because, through the haphazard magic of the Internet, you’ve stumbled on a way to gain wisdom, peace of mind, and, possibly, a mild hangover. Yes, Virginia, there is a perfect Christmas tree. And yet, there isn’t....

Traditions are important, don’t you think? Uncle Nunzio does. And who are we to defy Uncle Nunzio, a rhetorical question if I ever heard one. And so, on this special day, we’re going to tell our traditional Thanksgiving Story, as we do every year. . . Scene: A large hospital in the metropolitan area.A harried looking woman paces back and forth in front...

We knew it wasn’t going to end well. But this time, Walter went too far. I could live with the drug dealing, the lying, the murders. But in the show’s finale, the erstwhile Mr. White dealt our relationship a fatal blow. He died. He looked peaceful at the end. But I’m not. I’m upset. Sigh. What do you say about a love affair that was too hot...

It’s dangerous telling you this. I have a husband, after all, and he does read the blog once in a while, and with my luck, he’ll pounce on this post. And what about all those drug lords and junkies? How will those guys take this news? But confess I must. Good for the soul, I hear, and while I’m not entirely convinced of that, here goes: My...

Hot Action Anytime!Penis Growth Guaranteed!Don’t jerk off tonight, meet a local slut.(Substitute delight for slut, and you have a nifty TV jingle.)   These are but a few of the colorful email subjects that have appeared in my New Mail in the last few days. And that’s after trying for a whole month (August is slow) to get unsubscribed from the many, many...

Ah, Rome, the Eternal City. Forget about San Francisco: you can leave your heart here faster than you can say, “Ciao, Baby!” I, however, held on to my heart, but left my underwear. Let me explain! I was in Rome with my friend, Diana, shopping for tennis outfits at this really nice store near the Trevi Fountain. They had good prices (back in the day when...

I know it’s Un-American, but . . . I hate shopping.I loathe mallsEven Saks gives me hives if I’m not in the mood. The thing is, I like things. The things you get if you actually Go Shopping. Which I hate. But there’s one kind of shopping. I love: on the beach. In Italy, men in straw heats come around to your beach chair with fancy purses bearing...