Category Archives: Memoir

In my junior year of high school, I found myself deeply enmeshed in a torrid menage a trois. I had a boyfriend named Jimmy.  I really liked Jimmy.  And Jimmy really liked me. But Jimmy loved his car.  It was … Continue reading →

Not counting professionals, who is the funniest person you know?  Maybe it’s your old high school pal or frat brother or goofy class clown or your nutty cousin or the kid who sat next to you in Sunday School who … Continue reading →

In the interest of disclosure, I think it only fair to report that my post Philanthropy got mixed reviews.  Some thought the tone was bitter.  (Although everyone agreed that my ex husband’s donation of a sexual health clinic was hilarious- and telling.) … Continue reading →

My father’s birthday is Tuesday and I looked all over town for a musical card that played “Take Me Out to the Ballgame.”  I couldn’t find one so this will have to do. My dad was a North-sider who had … Continue reading →

Hello, helicopter parents.  I’ve heard a lot about you lately. Protective, constantly in touch, always hovering around your children, negotiating their way, solving their problems. I never could have been a helimom.  My children wouldn’t have let me. From the … Continue reading →

Yesterday was the third annual Veuve Clicquot Polo Classic.  It was held in Will Rogers State Park in the Pacific Palisades, and I’m sure the creme de la creme turned out to cheer on their favorite teams.  Remember Pretty Woman?  And … Continue reading →

It all started innocently enough on my honeymoon in 1976.  We were in Aspen and my ex and I had been invited to dinner by Eddie, one of his oldest friends.  I had never met him. (See explanation below.) As … Continue reading →

In 1996 my son Nick and I moved to Aspen.  (That’s a whole other story for another day.)  We were unceremoniously relocated to the condo in Snowmass Village that had been our family’s second vacation home when his father and … Continue reading →