Before I went on the Pill, I used to suffer from mild PMS. I gained a little weight, but only a couple of pounds; I snacked more, but not too much more; I got choked …

Once upon a time, on an island where rivers meet the sea, a traveler fitted for adventure in roaring canyons of concrete could find the great city of New York. From across one of the …

Adults love to wish out loud that they could return to the safety and simplicity of childhood. I hear a lot of these wishes at this time of year, when an overnight snowfall does not …

I have a recurring nightmare in which I arrive home from work and stop at the front desk of my building to pick up my mail, and along with the customary assortment of bills and …

Men irritate the hell out of me sometimes – for instance, the times I hang out with men, and the conversation turns to injuries we have sustained, and after we run through the usual broken …

Ah, the open road. Americans love to say that phrase: “Ah, the open road.” Americans love the idea of the open road; we love Jack Kerouac, we love Route 66, and we love it when …

I try to avoid making new year’s resolutions. I just can’t cope with instituting major changes on the very first day of the year. Nothing bites harder than waking up with a malignant hangover on …

For the last week or so, New York City has enjoyed unseasonably
balmy weather, and I like warm sunny days as much as the next person, but I want it to get cold again. I can’t …

Dear Santa,
I know that you receive millions of letters every year, but perhaps mine will catch your eye. Please forgive me for failing to observe correct letter-to-Santa protocol; I couldn’t find a red crayon. I …

This Tuesday, I get the entire day off in order to vote. This might sound ridiculous in light of the fact that, even in a Presidential election year, voting takes the average citizen a grand …