In the days and weeks leading up to this Sunday’s Valentine’s Day, a smattering of real life romances have emerged as potential threats to outshine some of the classics like Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall (“Casablanca”), Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward (“The Long, Hot Summer”), and Whitney Housto
Groups protesting the National Football League’s recent claim to the “Who Dat” and fleur-de-lis trademarks have been popping up on Facebook. “Have you joined any of them?” my husband, a long-suffering New Orleans Saints fan, asked me the other night at dinner as he toyed with his rubber bracelet emb
As I’ve done after every episode for the past four seasons, when “Big Love” ended on Sunday night I yelled downstairs to my husband Rick, “Thanks for making me your only wife!” “Big Love” is the most tremendous show on television, not for its deliciously complex story lines as much as the weekly rem
There are two types of people: those who have kids and those who don’t. (There are also those with no kids who have dogs, and oftentimes they fall into the first category by default.
Most moms want to think their daughters are sweet and strong — effectively that they’ve birthed the human equivalent of cotton candy: delicately spun pink sugar elegantly fused to a durable paper cone.
No girl ever wants to choose between her husband and her father. (And really, no girl ever has to, unless she’s spending the summer secretly doing the merengue with Patrick Swayze while her family vacations at a Jewish resort in the Catskills).
It’s becoming increasingly apparent that my husband has an aversion to kissing me on New Year’s Eve. I’m trying hard not to take it personally. But after five straight years of ringing in the New Year without so much as a peck on the cheek, I’m starting to wonder if the lovey-dovey vows Rick tearful
Time magazine has several contenders for its annual Person of the Year issue, including Timothy Geithner, Stanley McChrystal, Usain Bolt and Ben Bernanke.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. I was afraid that would happen. Like many Jewish people, Christmastime for me is generally a conflicted period.
Last week, Neiman Marcus unveiled its 2009 Christmas Book. As usual, the extravagant offerings in the 83rd annual catalogue do not disappoint, particularly the A5 Sports Aircraft and Pilot Training for $250,000, Algonquin Round Table Experience with such luminaries as Henry Louis Gates Jr.
Most parents resign themselves to the fact that they will eventually square off with their kids about something of critical importance to one or both of them.
Most bald people probably fantasize that having the ability to get a haircut would change how the world sees them and they see it. That’s why I’m probably the kind of hair-ed person they curse the most.
