I have “translated” books from British to American English. It’s more difficult than you would think.

My husband and I spent a ton of money to buy an apartment in a historically black neighborhood in Manhattan. You can guess which one. My siblings were appalled. I said, “I don’t care, don’t come over.” So I would go up and visit them but little by little they were lured down and now they’re all jealous. It doesn’t…

I love Jezebel for a ton of reasons but most of all for its commenters introducing me to worlds that I never knew existed. Sorry about your experience with the competitive knitter with the vicuña yarn but I loved hearing about it.

He’s very bootstrappy. He thinks that if he can put himself through school and business school in one of the most racist parts of North America (Massachusetts) anyone can. I’m not black, like he is, so I can’t respond to that argument. I also didn’t go to college in Massachusetts so I have no first-hand knowledge of…

The best. I’m a practicing Christian and so is my gay husband. We are married here in New York. Shut up and do your fucking job.

A friend of mine aced her driver’s test and I walked to her house to celebrate. Her father (who loved me) said, “Take the car! Why don’t you go to the mall and see a movie? Here’s some money!”

I love trivia! What were the Ohio questions? I’ve only been to suburban Cleveland a few years ago but I bet I could answer them.

I have nothing to say about this but when my father was dying of cancer (lymphoma) he would be moved from hospital to rehab to home and then cycle back again. I was moved in to his room, I was a teenager, because he used to fall out of bed and his wife (my mother) and my sister weren’t strong enough to lift him back…

My (gay, black) husband recently told me that he would vote for Donald Trump. I worked on both Obama campaigns. I almost kicked him out of the house until I realized he was paying the mortgage.

I will take the baby!

I was in college in 1983! I’ll see how this turns out and report back. I’ve posted about this before: it’s tough to make some of these recipes because the ingredients are different (even flour in 2015 is different from flour in 1915) and the stoves/ovens are different. I’m going to try it tonight and probably throw…

No, I’m probably older than you are. The cakes were made with flour, butter, cocoa powder, and shaved chocolate, and other ingredients. And Betty Crocker frosting. I’m having people over for a Labor Day party and I’m going to make one of these. I’ll let you know how this turns out.

You know when the best time to go to Becco is? 8:05 PM. The theater hordes have left to go see shows and the whole restaurant breathes a sigh of relief. Did you know there’s a sunny enclosed back patio-like area? They’re really bad about letting you choose seats (like, if you say, “I don’t want to be squeezed in on…

Have you ever been to the Tonga Room at the Fairmont in San Francisco? That has to be seen to be believed. Echt tiki, to throw in two foreign words. There’s a giant pool and at intervals they replicate a tropical storm and South Pacific musicians float out and perform. Fabulous.

Too late to the game but my first day of kindergarten a girl asked me to marry her and I accepted!

Happy Halloween!

I hate to divulge this but when I go to see something on Broadway, and I too go quite a bit, I always eat at Marseille on 9th Avenue. Ever been there? Not crazy, and not super-expensive. And the food is delicious, but I think I was French in a previous life.

I’ve been!

According to the writer, it might smell worse than cat barf.

I can only imagine that these recipes were printed to push advertiser products and wives/mothers made them because after the war there was finally enough household money to afford the ingredients. So much Jell-O. So much Cool Whip. Good as far as it goes. But then, throw in some sliced Spam and canned pineapple and…