I had a strange and unpleasant experience a few weeks ago, and it still haunts me—probably because it adds to a chorus of experiences that I have chosen to not talk about. But now I have to:
A few weeks ago, eight of us were dining at a local restaurant. As we were finishing our meals, a police car stopped in front of...
Years ago, I lived in a loft in lower Manhattan. The first time I saw the space I fell totally in love with it. It was perfect, or so I thought.
The building was located on Reade Street, the old mercantile area of downtown NY. The space was originally . . .
This week, I promised I’d tell you about a simple method I came up with that made setting up the party incredibly easy. However, before I do, I need to go back to the party to fill in the ending. How could I have forgotten to tell you . . .
“What could possibly go wrong?” That’s what I said to friends when I told them that I had decided to throw a surprise birthday party for my husband, Mark.
I didn’t want to go to a restaurant, but no problem—we could easily entertain twenty people in our home. However I neglected to consider . . .
There are times when life takes a turn and grabs your complete attention, when you have no choice, but to take note. At this moment my mother . . .
I was invited to have lunch with four women. All of us were born in different countries. That’s not that unusual, but it was an interesting idea for a gathering...
“Now,” she said, taking her leave, “I would like to show you something special and let you experience a little of my home in China.” ...
The start of a New Year comes with hopes, expectations, and New Year's resolutions. I have hopes and expectations, but I’m trying to decide if resolutions inspire me or make me feel bad about what I haven’t accomplished...
If this is my last year, what do I want it to look like? How would my day change if I thought it was the last one? Would I be more relaxed, more aggressive, proactive, happier?
I seem to be spending a lot of time talking about red lipstick. What can I say, I love it and it is so French!
I discovered something very interesting at a party last week; yes, about red lipstick. We were gathered at a friend’s home to enjoy the holidays and . . .
This week, I’m thinking about the trials and tribulations of entertaining—especially my disasters in the kitchen and, believe me, I’ve had quite a few.
I once made this great rice dish . . .
Getting there is half the fun. Or at least that’s what I tell myself when I’m getting ready to entertain. There are always things that go wrong or . . .