You knew that Howard Dean's campaign had hit a rough patch when his wife started talking about cookies. Yes, as Judith Steinberg Dean confided in the Jan. 26 issue of...
I've heard so much lately about Diane Keaton getting naked that I halfway expect her to show up in my inbox, just like Paris Hilton, in one of those e-mails...
Tomorrow is Christmas and, all through the land, homes will resound with the joyous noises of torn wrapping paper and ripped uncles. In honor of this event, my husband and...
At first glance, none of the candidates impressed me. They seemed everything a largely dismissive public had claimed: Dull, unimaginative, squat. One tried too hard to appeal to the young,...
As I write this, I am not wearing panties. I am not wearing panties because I am wearing underwear. You see, most women don't use the term "panties." We say...
If you were to rely upon "Sex and the City" for your understanding of women, which is inadvisable for many reasons, you would think we perform virtually every task in...
My older son, who will turn 5 later this month, likes to play a card game called Collision. You probably don't know this game as Collision. You would call it...
When you leave your husband and two sons alone for nine days, you expect that certain events will occur over which you have no control. I was not surprised to...
The Marine walked into the door of the About Face tattoo parlor in Oceanside, Calif., his face bleary with jet lag. He sat in the chair, peeled off his shirt...
This is where Sgt. Robert L. Sarra would be right now, sitting in a classroom with the door swung open to the spring breeze and a slice of blue sky....