Anyone working in the media can tell you that there seems to be an always-ready-to-explode segment of the populace for whom offense is a fate worse than anything imaginable. You'd think offense is one of the most calamitous things that could happen to a human being; right up there with the loss of a limb, or just missing a parking space.

There should be three days a week when no one is allowed to say: 'What's your sign?' Violators would have their copies of Kahlil Gibran confiscated.

Home schooling as an idea is on a par with home dentistry.

Meryl Streep belongs on anybody's list of greats.

Perhaps the saddest irony of depression is that suicide happens when the patient gets a little better and can again function sufficiently.

Once I left out what I then considered my best line because there was a suspected column rat in the house.

By the time I was in the fourth grade, I sounded exactly like my father on the phone.