Our 6-year-old wanted an allowance. Jon and I debated: 50 cents a week? 75? “Let’s not talk in cents,” said Peter. “Let’s talk in dollars.” Read more.
ON THE FUNNY SIDE
Need some levity? Read on!
The American Flag Is Flying in My Liberal, Elitist, San Francisco Bay Area Neighborhood Today. Here’s Why.
‘The right wingers don’t own the American flag flag,’ I said as my husband hung the Stars and Stripes from our garage. ‘It’s my flag too.’ Read more.
For One Night I Was Important Again. Thank You Armistead Maupin
At a party for “The Untold Tales of Armistead Maupin” I discovered I was important enough to score quality time with the likes of Jonathan Groff. Read more.
A Dream About Wrestling With — Uh, Who Was That Anyway?
I had a dream about wrestling the other night. Was it a message from my deep psyche — or the heights of heaven? Read more.
A Case of the Human Condition: Would My Husband Like to Add My Name to His?
When Jon and I married, I wanted to share a name with him and our future children. I took his last name. Would he like to take mine as his middle name? Read more.
Mother-of-the-Bride Dress: What, Oh, What Do I Wear to My Daughter’s Wedding?
Figure flaws? I’m going to wear them proudly — with the help of just the right mother-of-the-bride dress. Here are my final four choices. Read more.
Six Ways to Look Dreadful at Your Daughter’s Wedding — A Mother-of-the-Bride Moment
The mother of the bride faces up to the figure flaws she’ll be taking to her daughter’s wedding: wobbly neck, flabby arms, descending bustline . . . and more. Read more.