Moving abroad is much more than a new apartment and a new subway card. It’s a total change, a shift of what seems important, a questioning of priorities and this series of small shocks that...

It’s under Scott’s recommendation that I tell you this story, and he told me that my idol, Woody Allen, wouldn’t be embarrassed, and so why would I go being embarrassed when really, these things happen...

You know the stuff tour men really prefer that we steer clear away from? You could call me lucky as my darling man has rather eclectic tastes. He’s got a rather open mind when it comes...

Do you have to go dressed up to a dressed up party? (Not talking naked parties here, uh, I’m talking about parties where “black tie” is written on the invitation.) You know the parties where you know everyone is going to be totally chic and you have to make a good impression and you know you’re definitely going to get your photo taken? How are we supposed to deal with that?