No, I’m not about to do a striptease. That’s not my line of work. Besides, at this point, it might scare the horses. The thing is, folks, I need to know what YOU would like me to write about so that I CAN entertain you. In my own expletive deleted way. I know you have lots of other things to do . . . and TOO MANY EMAILS!But how many of those emails make...

Who says I can’t clean my apartment? Who says that my attempts at housekeeping are doomed to failure? Who says that my domestic adventures are closer to I Love Lucy than The Donna Reed Show ? Well, me, for one. And my cleaning lady, for another. Who happens to be—by one of those coincidences Freud tells us don’t exist—named Lucy. She is now self-isolating in...

Once upon a time, when you went to a party, you “dressed up” in the outfit of the moment, complete with matching shoes, purse, and whatever jewelry went with The Look. There was the A-Line, The Mini, the Little Nothing (AKA the Shift), long full skirts, long tight skirts, short tight skirts, pumps, mules (now called slides, and for good reason), platform...