I never thought I'd say it, let alone do it: I'm keeping a gratitude journal.
It's hard for me to even write those words because I know they conjure a lemming-like embrace of the latest self-help stunt. We've all heard the guarantee: "Write about gratitude and you'll...

Picture a long line of Jews waiting outside the White House, sweating in the merciless 90-degree sun.

That was the snapshot yesterday for those of us cooling our heels- or schvitzing in our heels, more accurately-before passing through the security kiosk and into the President's reception held in honor...

My husband and I are in love with our Kindles. But the little hand held machines are straining our marriage.

I should start with the arc of the romance: It all began with Kindle One. My husband brought the gadget home and I salivated as he began to wirelessly receive...

Two days ago, I sat in a typical, hulking public school in the Bronx, in a sunny library with grates on the windows, and heard vigorous poetry.

I'd shown up feeling tired, distracted, my Blackberry overrun with unreturned emails. But suddenly I was jarred by the raw...

I'm a Type A, over-scheduled, super-rational person who has suddenly become a simpleminded, starry-eyed sap.

The reason? I recently saw the revival of South Pacific at New York's Lincoln Center Theater.

I've been trying to keep my obsession in check. I haven't written a fan letter or stalked...

My close liberal family is now officially divided. My parents, Bert and Letty Cottin Pogrebin, support Hillary Clinton. My brother, David, and I are ardent supporters of Barack Obama. My twin sister, Robin, has yet to declare herself.

Everyone is obviously entitled to his or her opinion....

Stupidity is in.

I realize that's not a revelation. Paris, Brittany, Nicole, and Lindsay have made stupidity seem stale by now. But then, last night, Victoria arrived. As in Beckham: The British siren who was a pop music success for five minutes in the 90s and went on...