Life Out Loud

Paris Hilton needs a new best friend. Nicole Richie, former faithful sidekick, has gone and selfishly had a baby. So what’s a celebrity to...

My best friend is having a birthday this week. It’s a “milestone” birthday, which means I could have a lot of fun with this...

“I’m in a hurry to get things done, I rush and rush until life’s no fun.” — Alabama Clearly, there is one dire...

“Politics should not be merely a spectator sport.” — Lyndon Johnson I did not set out to become an activist. It just sort of...

As you may have guessed, I’m pretty fond of the man I married. Crazy about him even. This does not, however, prevent me from...

In my teens and early 20s, there was but one truth that I held self-evident: I would never, ever be “small town.” From my earliest...

I have often said that the reason I enjoy being a “columnist,” rather than a “journalist” is that the former can use random numbers like a “jzillion dollars” without remorse, while the latter has to report with accuracy on dull-as-dishwater things like the Gross National Product and how much it costs to fill the pothole in front of your house. (Curiously, about a “jzillion dollars.”)

Despite what psychoanalysts might claim, not everything that is wrong with you is your mother’s fault.

Is it a sign of old age — or the apocalypse — that I am suddenly feeling this winter like never before? It’s been...

I think I can safely say that I join the rest of the free world in relief that the terror and unrest is behind...