The last time I lunched with Helen Gurley Brown at Michael's, her skirt was still shorter than mine, and yet she was almost 90. I also remember her saying that she would always be 27, and that's something I mentally inherited from her, so my skirts will always be age...

I can be a lazy slug retreating to my bed when it rains (okay, also maybe when it's below 65 degrees or Valentine's Day). Really any excuse will do. So an invitation to visit the unveiling of The Far Hills Country Day School's four Windspires during damp and grey Earth...

"Are you seeing anyone?"

My absolute least favorite question and yet often the first one women ask each other whether running into each other during blizzards on Madison Avenue or sweating on bikes at spin classes. In fact, even if it's not the first question, truthfully it's the only...

Over coffee and a spoonful of whipped cream at the Century Club last week, I heard it again: "I'll never be able to retire."

"What you too?" I said, relieved to be sharing my own dirty little secret.

What used to be sotto voce is now being...

As mother of a bride-to-be, I headed to Bergdorf for some high end MOB shopping. Dressed in my best coat with the sable trim - albeit bought in 1996 but definitely not channeling a Lewis and Clark expedition - I approached the Oscar de la Renta department.

Sitting --...

Barely hours after Santa's sleigh has returned to the NP parking lot, I've emptied my home of anything red and green -- which includes the frosting licked off sugar cookies and all those tiny sprinkles.

I am now back in the zone and have already attacked...

After an evening spent with several wildly intelligent and amusing women, I awoke with a massive hangover and not from the red wine. It was a gossip hangover - full of 'OMG what did I say?' moments. More to the point, I felt lousy about myself. The sad truth is...

Statement from Betsy Perry regarding the piece below:

One of the challenges for any blogger is to write fast, write short, and get people to find your way of thinking sharp and funny. No question that my post today was written too fast, wasn't short enough, and turned out to...

Within one 18-hour period I went to a dinner party where Noel Coward and New Yorker articles were discussed and then went to a luncheon where Proust was the subject; I tried desperately to contribute but could not find the material needed so clogged is my brain with topical trivia...

It's 6:30 am. Coffee and the paper. My mind is whirling already. Yes, exercise class at 9. No, got to write, will exercise later. Wait, going to a party tonight and hair needs blowing out. No luncheon today maybe that's when I should exercise. Need to deal with boring insurance...

Microsoft for dummies? That's me and you can bet this dummy dragged her Roger Vivier patent leather shoes very reluctantly over to spend a day with 75 high school girls — all of whom got a get-out-of-school-free card to learn about the tech field and why they should consider it...

The only thing more horrifying than not finding enough raisins in my muffin this morning is watching the House Committee interrogate Geithner and Bernanke as if they were raw meat thrown to wolves. Maybe the only benefit is that the whole world gets to see how what bullies those in...

Bernie Madoff should feel guilt. AIG should feel guilt and so should Chris Cox and Dick Fuld and all those other bandits. But should I feel guilty for being on vacation? After almost two weeks in South Beach, my brain cells have hunkered down and gone into hiding and even...

So I'm riding up in my elevator with Dr. Mitch Rosenthal, the legendary drug and psychiatric czar of Phoenix House, and his dog Prozac - and yes that's the name author and sex crimes prosecutor Linda Fairstein has given Jesse in her books (we all live in the same building)...

I was all set to write about dating during a recession and how I'd rather stay home and watch Law and Order re-runs than date but this morning's breakfast hosted by Portfolio magazine at "21" and serving up Bernie Madoff on a hot plate was clearly worth morning mascara and...

I'm still dying for those beige suede Vanessa Noel boots which are now selling for $800 albeit down from $1600 but here's the thing - I won't pay that price and they won't budge (I could get almost three round trips on Jet Blue to Ft. Lauderdale for...

God bless you Dr. Phil for ranting against octuplet-mom and saving me from the inner turmoil I struggle with wondering how anyone could be so self indulgent at our expense these days. And by the way, has no one picked up on her rhinoplasty aka nose job, plumped up...

The other night at the ballet I was startled to see my former best friend; now a virtual stranger to me, I was only able to say hello before I ran out of words and emotions. What shocks me is that for 40 years we shared school days and married...

Mojitos may cost $2 in Vietnam and you can get a shirt copied for $15 but they also munch on Minnie's, Toto's, Lassie's and all sorts of dog, in fact anything that moves or breathes or walks and has a tail or fur. So how could I ever like that...

So I was headed out this morning in my shiny red raincoat and Hermes scarf on the way to fancy Upper East Side hair stylist Joseph at the Thomas Morrissey salon (as in everyone who used to go to Kenneth goes here) and I stopped in at the ATM machine...