Amazing what you can ferret out if you just keep trying. Turns out those lost excerpts from Mary Astor's infamous diary weren'...

I don't what this is, must be flu or something, but it is evil. I hardly ever get sick, and only got really sick on the p...

"San Fransiskie? So how did you came, you drove'n did you flew?"

No, seriously, it was beautiful, even though I came home with some wretched bug that must be the flu. My ears were assaulted with hack...

As I mentioned in my last post, yesterday we took part in the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation annual walk for the cure. This h...

Yesterday's rant stirred up some mixed feelings in me. It was one of those posts I usually delete because it comes from so far out in...

After all these years, I think I've figured it out: a “good” wife keeps her legs open and her mouth shut. She is placid, obedien...

Sisters, sisters. . . one seven, one not quite five. . . . . . and being with them is golden time, proving Tom Robbins was so ...

This is your homework assignment for Friday: compare this recording of Eva Taylor singing Chloe (also charmingly nicknamed Song of the S...

Just watch this. If you haven't seen it before, you'll have to put your jaw back on. If you HAVE seen it before, you'll have ...

They may look a bit like they've been in a production of The Mikado, but guess again - these little girls, Gunnings of my Gunnings, ...

Be My Robert Benchley   (Dedicated to Dorothy Parker and the members of the Algonquin Round Table. . . with a nod to the Barenak...