What's wrong with our very rich Mayor Bloomberg and our very ambitious would-be mayor, City Council Speaker Christine Quinn? They firmly support putting a huge marine transfer facility for garbage truck to barge transfer at 91st. St. and the East River next to one of the...

Not all cancers are the same. It's not exactly a startling revelation, but still, cancer is cancer, a horrible mutation of normal cells that can strike any and all organs of the body. Some are curable, some are incurable but treatable, all are terrible for the patient and the caregivers....

I woke up this morning from a dream of teachers on strike in a large group of protesters that resembled in size those in the Middle East. I didn't realize how much the Wisconsin protests against the Republican governor's plan to take away collective bargaining rights from unions had invaded...

Friday afternoon I did something I rarely do and that was watch "Oprah." The only other time I saw the whole show I was in the studio audience when my late husband, Peter Boyle, and the rest of the "Everybody Loves Raymond" cast were guests.

I watched this time because...

Yesterday's New York Times front page had a story by Amy Harmon that made me cry. It was about two cousins in their early 20s with deadly melanoma who were enrolled in a controlled clinical trial of a new drug, PLX4032, that dissolved tumors in patients with...

As a newly minted Broadway producer, albeit not a lead one, but still one whose name is printed in tiny letters over the title, I'm loathe to criticize the major critics on two grounds. First, they could knock one of my future projects. Second and probably more important, I...

Yesterday the media delighted in reporting that Vice President Biden was caught on a mike using the "f" word to express his elation about the signing of the health care bill. Most everyone chuckled about it. The word, which used to hold such power over us as teenage boomers,...

Everything I've read about Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland has been putting me in a state of high anticipation. Until, that is, this morning's headlines made me feel as if I were already down the rabbit hole. The New York Times led with an article about how...

Every time I rode a NYC bus that stopped for a wheelchair-bound person, I cursed silently, despite my better self. It seemed to take so much extra time for the driver to park the bus, get out, lower the lift at the back door for the wheelchair, flip up a...

Recently I ate dinner in Manhattan at one of the hot new midtown joints noted more for celebrity sightings than the food. It's the brainchild of a big magazine editor's swaggering vision. That night's clientele featured a gaggle of ladies with lips inflated enough to send...

In her book, "The Year of Magical Thinking", Joan Didion defined for me what it is to lose your husband. Her book helped get me through the hell of losing my husband of 29 years, Peter Boyle, who died nearly three years ago of an incurable blood cancer called myeloma.