I often worry about the end of humor. What will the last joke look like? Will there be difficulty in recognizing it? Will people find themselves responding, “Heard that one,” “Nope—been done,” until months later, they realize that there’s nothing left? Or will the last joke be so … [Read more...]

In case you’ve noticed your man (or someone else’s) behaving strangely these past few weeks, let me explain what’s happening. It’s again outdoor grilling time. My advice to any woman witnessing this phenomenon is to simply relax and let the guy have his way. Otherwise you’ll end … [Read more...]

Boxes. I see them everywhere--in my sleep, in dumpsters, in previously locked cars. I’m like that kid in The Sixth Sense, only instead of seeing dead people, I see boxes. We’re moving, and so my life, which was once a quest for truth, beauty, and comfortable shoes, is now a … [Read more...]

Barbie has gotten a bad rap. Oh, sure, she has a figure, and her boobs don’t sag, and she has so much hair her tiny little neck looks like it should hurt, but let’s not hate her. She looks perfect in the box and for about thirteen minutes after your daughter opens her – the … [Read more...]

Here I am at Burger Heaven again. The last time I was here I vowed to stop eating fast food and finally become a healthy eater. Yes, that was only this morning, but how can I resist when the smell of French Fries seems to travel straight to my living room. Now that I’m here I … [Read more...]