Jeez, I love sports bars. I like when the Buffalo sauce seeps into your cuticles till three days later. I like when the barmaids ring a little bell – ding-ding -- when you leave a tip.
My amazing daughters now live -- in this bewildering world of voodoo and deceit – as tributes to their no-nonsense mother.
I recommend this red wine as a cure-all for insomnia, disenchantment, athlete’s foot, hair loss, gout. This isn’t Gatorade they’re pouring. It’s more like a bloody steak. Yum.
This engagement was like waiting for Germany to annex Austria, or for Bonnie to seduce Clyde. You knew they would, you just didn’t know exactly when.
Psssssst, here’s America’s dirty little secret: There is no record of anyone ever keeping a New Year’s resolution.
Remember back when I accidentally drank decaf coffee for a few days and thought I was dying? That gave me perspective like nothing else.
In these days before Thanksgiving, we sit by the fire and listen for “returning feet and voices at the door,” as per Tolkien.
Thank you, LA. Sometimes you really come through.
Friends gathered for a surprise bash in the backyard. Still not sure how my daughters pulled that one off.
Best grilled swordfish I've ever tasted, and the gin was really great too.