I couldn't fall asleep the other night, and when I finally did I had that dream, you know the one, where you loose your wallet and can't find it anywhere. The reason I dreamed that is I'm desperate, desperate to find Paco. I'm actually crying as I write this so...

Like the annual migration of Baltimore Orioles through my woodland back yard, or the emerging pink nubs from my yearly rhubarb plants, so marks the passage on time when the neighborhood girl scout rings my door bell (well actually my door bell hasn't worked in years. I had it disconnected...

So I go for my annual mammogram and every year it's the same. They tell you to avoid wearing perfume and deodorant that day, warn you it might hurt, ask you to remove your shirt and bra and stand in a room next to a scary piece of machinery and...

When did mediocre start passing for great?

When did we start saying it was just plain OK to lie, or accept lies as truth, or say something's great when it's really just mediocre? No, I'm not talking about the McCain/Palin campaign. I'm talking about good bakeries....

When I thought about what to write for The Huffington Post I was stuck on the idea of writing about the Huffington Post, because that's who broke the Cindy McCain story where she, or an intern her people say, lifted recipes from the Food Network's web site and put...