You know what they say: 'Why sit at a table that doesn't have key lime pie on it if you don't have to?'

and there's something about having an especially different name that makes it difficult to imagine what you would be like as a Jennifer.

Kids across the country have grown up accepting the idea that no one can harm your family if at least one of its adult members is in the shower. No one knows why.

My grandmother was a kind of Scarsdale, New York, society woman, best known in her day as the author of the 1959 book 'Growing Your Own Way: An Informal Guide for Teen-Agers' - this despite being a person whose parenting style made Joan Crawford's wire hangers look like pool noodles.

As most New Yorkers have done, I have given serious and generous thought to the state of my apartment should I get killed during the day.

I would gladly have accepted a heaping spoonful of nepotism when I got out of college and was looking for a job.

I think that most New Yorkers would object to calling me a New Yorker. I didn't grow up here.