We all live with lots of regrets. The favorite reply to that from people is “never regret anything” or something along those lines, but that’s not possible. Regret can’t be...
Fifteen years after MAD ABOUT YOU, Paul Reiser returns to the NBC comedy line-up with a different twist on reality – his reality. Paul explains it all plus we get news in Bradley Cooper...
Income taxes are due on Monday. Traditionally a time of great stress in my household, things are a little easier this year. We won’t be cashing in any long-term investments...
…or someone who will give me real life advice for my real life. I’m a hard headed big mouth stubborn really smart sometimes to smart for my own good talented...
Whitney runs a rock music venue on the beach in L.A. She has an M.B.A, and used to live by Dodger Stadium. During a power outage on June 8, 1982...
Hey everyone, I’m abroad this week. More than that I’ve spent five of my last eight days travelling. My brain is mush. I won’t be answering a letter this week. ...
As we continue to live under our Chinese curse, it is amusing to note that for several days last week the entire budget battle came down to women and the...
If you’re out there and you’re single: Lower your standards. It’s that simple. We all have a skewed perception of ourselves, and that’s okay. It’s okay to be confident in...
When I finish this column, I can get my nails done. It’s been over a month since I’ve had a mani-pedi, and I could use some gaudy toenails and some...
Soooooo, It may have come to pass that I may have been wrong about some stuff. Me? Wrong? Yep. I’m OK with that. I’ve said it a million times, I’ve...
Whitney runs a rock music venue on the beach in L.A. She has an M.B.A, and is working on her taxes. Last weekend, while Johnny Winter was at the club...
Dear Art, Last year you and Chris bitched at me for not putting out an album before I went on tour. I thought that was pretty messed up of you...
As your typical obnoxiously proud Chicagoan, you’d think I’d bitch about the removal of an entire neighborhood. After all, I’ve endlessly caterwauled about New York City’s very own Doctor Doom,...