Enough of Sarah Palin; I just knew she'd never be happy staying in Alaska after having been to all those other fun states, flown in a private jet, had hair and make up done and someone else to carry her Samsonite and baby sit those kids with room service chicken...

The Mac is definitely not back and less than 12 hours after Obama's win, it was clear Manhattan's mood had lifted like a successful launch at Cape Canaveral. Gone was the fear of finding moose burgers on menus and hearing sentence structure so mangled that Strunk and White seemed the...

No more talk about being "estranged" from your wife: 'fess up, you just want some action on the side and you'll never divorce her. And yet single women still gravitate to married men often simply in search of a little attention and maybe, a warm body - holidays not included.

It better be temporary because New Yorkers are used to a type A life and right now the oomph seems to have disappeared from the city. The only language you don't hear on Fifth Avenue is English and the only languages you do hear on Bergdorf Goodman's couture floor seem...

I don't know what dinner at Sette Mezzo costs because my friend George obviously gets a bill sent home monthly. I never see cash nor do they take credit cards and mostly they recite the menu fortunately leaving off the price du jour for the turbot and truffles (this...

A super rich and very economically astute friend forwarded me Holly Peterson's Newsweek article on what's potentially happening in the dark underbellies of the bank accounts of those who frequent Swifty's, my favorite place for cheese soufflés and lemon meringue pie (yikes -- what a combination but oh so...

Tearing myself away from my OCD with CNBC I ran to lunch at Michael's the other day fearing I'm isolated now that my consulting work is vanishing faster than the puffy smoke at the Vatican that signals a new pope — or is it a dead one? Poof and there...