So I got a letter from Neiman Marcus yesterday.  I know what you’re thinking (because, if my WordPress Stats mean anything, they mean that “you” are pretty much just “me,” checking in from different computers to see whether anyone has read my blog).  You’re thinking: But you haven’t been to Neiman Marcus since the Reagan…

“You seem a little blue today,” the Actual Ghost says to me, because I guess he must have died in a time before irony, or because maybe he has no idea that he is, in fact, entirely blue.  “What is it?” he asks.  “The two-hour delay?” After a vaguely disappointing turn hosting the Golden Globes,…

The other night, after I thought I heard the front door slam, it occurred to me that there’s really no point in discussing the dresses we choose for our midlife weddings if we don’t spend at least a few minutes considering a topic that is nearly as significant, if not quite as fun: finding just…