I haven't seen so much tippy-toeing around since the last time I went to the ballet. When members of the arts community were askedthis week about one of their biggest benefactors, Philip Morris, and its requests that they lobby the New York City Council on the company's behalf, the pas de deux of self- justification was so painstakingly choreographed that it constituted a performance all by itself.

Somewhere between a third and a quarter of all people living in America today were born between 1946 and 1965 and if you think you're tired of hearing about us, you should try being one of us.

I was doing the family grocery shopping accompanied by two children, an event I hope to see included in the Olympics in the near future.

The truth about your own life is not always easy to accept, and sometimes hasn't even occurred to you.

People always blame the girl; she should have said no. A monosyllable, but conventional wisdom has always been that boys can't manage it.

The life of a good dog is like the life of a good person, only shorter and more compressed.

While we pay lip service to the virtues of reading, the truth is that there is still in our culture something that suspects those who read too much, whatever reading too much means, of being lazy, aimless dreamers, people who need to grow up and come outside to where real life is, who think themselves superior in their separateness.