The very, very best gift you can gift your family

I’ve been awake since 4 am, thanks to Thunder, my boy cat, who insisted on having the first of his several breakfasts at a rawther ungodly hour. If he weren’t such a stunning example of Maine Coon rescue-kitty beauteous-ness, I would be sorely tempted to open a big ol’ can of whup-ass on him. And…

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Lowkey party prep: A pipe-dream? Urban legend?

This is when all my Nate Berkus-watching comes back to bite me in the ass. Actually, that’s not entirely true. For any party I’ve ever thrown – and there was many a Champs-fueled blowout at my St. Marks Place pad in the Nineties – I have worked by fingers to the bone scrubbing and zhushing…

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