Dinner at I Baldi in Beverly Hills was typical for a Thursday night. Shining starlets and socialites with their dashing dates strode confidently through the front door. Donning Dolce and Gabbana, Gucci and Prada, the Italian parade of champions sashayed past our table.  They were gorgeous, of course, no surprise... Read More

Friends, please humor me as I lament the inconveniences and inconsistencies of middle age. You are certainly aware of the clichéd hot flashes, the frequent moodiness, and the biggest affront of all: “mentalpause”. Surely you recognize the symptoms: not quite dementia, not quite drunk, as in, ‘Why did I walk... Read More

In Paris, there are some things that you just expect to see; the Eiffel Tower, the River Seine, old men wearing berets.  Amidst the sights, one thing you can’t help but notice is the number of slim women walking around. Is it something in the water? Is it floating in... Read More

House hunting in Washington DC is neither for the feint of heart nor the weak of wallet. When I moved to DC four years ago to marry my husband, we settled into The Kennedy Warren, an historic Art Deco building located in the heart of Woodley Park. Its residents ranged... Read More

Like love, the first sip is heady and hot Like love, the first sip is much like a shot: Bold and strong… for the weak it is not. Like love, the first sip takes time to brew Preparation and measuring, waiting a few Minutes, like hours, for it to be... Read More

More is no more. That’s right; no more More. This isn’t a joke. More Magazine, that one publication that catered to me has ceased print. Done. Gone. No more. You think I’m being cute. I’m not. I’m too old to be cute. In the past, the editors at More would... Read More