And just like that, a rice ball photo materialized in my in-box. I must check with Marc to find out which Midtown Italian restaurant he foun...

Roberta loves the rice balls that show up every year at the Italian street fair. They are the stuff of legend in the neighborhood, and have ...

I was congratulating myself on being a clever cheapskate yesterday afternoon. In the morning, I'd located a $10 near-back-row ticket to ...

I've been digging around my files, trying to find photos I took in 2004. Or maybe it was 2003. See? I don't even know what year I...

This is Gypsy. We hung out this weekend. She was a very good dog, almost not trouble at all. Plus she made me run up and down four flights o...

I've just read about this book on Anne-Marie's blog, and I must have it. It's not on any US sites yet, so I just ordered it fr...

When I went to Wildwood last week, some people said "Why? Why go to a beach town when you hate the beach?" True, I do hate the bea...

Roberta and I went across the park for a late-night snack at the Hamilton Park Ale House. We were just hurrying home to get back to work whe...

I had to get Henry the Ford Taurus his yearly car inspection. Which happens in Virginia since my sister actually owns him. I know, I know......

I went to the Italian street festival last night. These nuns were both carrying stuffed animals. They'd been racking up wins at the hors...