Wow, that was one lovely, relaxing week, filled with much eating, bike riding, book reading, wine drinking and movie watching. Brutus had an indulgent week, too, and if you don't believe me, just check out his bacon hangover in this…

A few years back, and rather late in the evening, my husband, our good friend and I discovered that none of us had ever really been to Vegas, other than driving through en route to further destinations. Given the lateness…

You gotta love The New Yorker. Wry, urbane, and recently under attack for some controversial cover art. You know what? It's not going to make me stop reading. Not when the latest edition features the Fourteen Passive-Aggressive Appetizers that would…