While many people like to celebrate their milestone birthdays with a big bash, I've always preferred to fly away from it all. So what to do for my sixtieth?
Think back. When did you last resist receiving what was yours for the asking? What goes? How do you get derailed?
"Kayak." It was more than just a word. It was a message from my father to me: "Know what you're getting into." Know what you're getting into, when you get into a boat on the water, or into a marriage, or into a house or a job...
I want to tell you something that will only be true for one week in my entire life. Next week I will be 50. You know what's funny about that?
We are robbing our children (and ourselves) of the real value of birthdays and gift-giving: the recognition that it is an expression of how much we care about the people close to us.
Fun stuff in celebration of 10 years of the Tate Modern - "It's ten years since Tate Modern opened its doors for the first time. For the film 'Tate M...
Born twenty years to the day after John Lennon and married the day before 9/11, I need no calendars or tickler systems to remind me of the milestone b...
Putin got an unusual gift from several students of Moscow State University's Department of Journalism. Twelve soon-to-be journalists in sexy lingerie posed for a calendar entitled "Happy Birthday, Mr. Putin!"
My mom first made this dessert at some time during my childhood. It was as awesome then as it is now, and it inspired a lifelong affection for raspberry sorbet topped with chocolate chips aka watermelon seeds.
This year, inspired by President Obama, I decided to head to Chicago for the perfect birthday that would make anyone very happy.
If the image of the president spending his special day apart from his loved ones alarms you, take a look at how Obama's spent his past birthdays since storming onto the political scene.
With the amount of money you have to raise these days to run for political office, it is no wonder that candidates have to use every trick in the book.
This afternoon on MSNBC Dylan Ratigan wished Arianna a very happy 60th birthday. "The life and times of Arianna Huffington, who represents such a voi...
My Facebook birthday was a complete disaster. I expected my Facebook wall to look like Vanity Fair's Oscar Party, and instead I got a panoramic shot from the now abandoned set of Deadwood.
QUESTION Dear Irene, I'm 45 years old and feel like a 7th grader due to a mutual friend situation. I have been good friends with two neighbors for o...
I always say I'm more of a cook than a baker. My freewheeling, improvisational style doesn't do well with exact recipes for finicky fripperies. Howeve...
As it relates to music, I always seem to measure time by a distinct period. I call it A.T.: After Tupac. There's so much that Tupac Shakur accomplished in his 25 years of life that it would be a disservice to narrow his existence down to one label.
I never have liked massages. They go against all of the rules I ever that learned in public school health class which dictated that if ever confronted by a combination of naked+rubbing+swimsuit line+stranger I was to "call out for help".
My infant became a little girl. She learned to grasp my finger, to smile, to roll over, to sit up, to crawl, to walk. Throughout all that time, our troops have been in Iraq.
If I had to write tips on how to make successful bark, I think I'd advise: 1) add crunch 2) add salt 3) use a variety of textures. I'm currently making use of these "guidelines" to improvise some new flavors of my old go-to.
I think my modification of the yellow butter cake batter into a veritable PB&J Cupcake merits its own recipe.
My tears came as a shock to me until I accepted them: This was my mother's first birthday when she was not around to deride the celebration.
Everyone has Post-It Notes. A lot of people use them. Most people abuse them. I'd like to add "Re-positional Addiction" to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders.
I remember reading that flossing could add six years to your life and a dog could add only two. Flossing has a bigger payoff, yes, but I got a dog instead.
The New Yorker is one of the few magazines that can lead the crowd in reversing the trend of publications giving away their content for little in print to nothing online.
