You Can't Retrieve You Life

Summer Bachelors, Like Summer Breezes, Are Never As Cool As They Pretend To Be.

When You Have A Baby, You Set Off An Explosion In Your Marriage, And When The Dust Settles, Your Marriage Is Different From What It Was. Not Better, Necessarily; Not Worse, Necessarily; But Different.

I Have For Many Years Been Puzzled By The Persistence Of Hugh Hefner. Why Is He Still Here?

[i] Had Gotten To The Point Where I Simply Could Not Make A Bad Vinaigrette, This Was Not Exactly The Stuff Of Drama. (even Now, I Cannot Believe Mark Would Want To Risk Losing That Vinaigrette. You Just Don't Bump Into Vinaigrettes That Good.)

Everybody Dies. There’s Nothing You Can Do About It. Whether Or Not You Eat Six Almonds A Day. Whether Or Not You Believe In God. (although There’s No Question A Belief In God Would Come In Handy. It Would Be Great To Think There’s A Plan, And That Everything Happens For A Reason. I Don’t Happen To Believe That. And Every Time One Of My Friends Says To Me, “everything Happens For A Reason,” I Would Like To Smack Her.)