My dad, St. Veronique, and The Dukes of Hazzard. No, wait, it really does make sense...

Here’s what got me through 2006. 1. Think positively. And if you can’t, truly, then just pretend. Amounts to the...

The brain trust at the LA Times lets some of its fine reporters loose on this World Wide Web thingy, which looks like it might, maybe someday, catch on. And then advertises the blogs like this.

The adventure began Thanksgiving Day, when we decided that playing host meant it was time to spruce up our home. That led to the conclusion that we had to part with the couches each of us had brought to the marriage. ... This will be the Christmas we spend on the floor.

My boob is smashed down in mammogram fashion, but with extra clamps to keep me immobile. As a modest B-cup, it takes a heap of extra squashing to get enough meat on the plate. My "sexy time" mindset ebbs a little as they winch the clamp down harder. 'Ooh yeah baby, that's it, it hurts so good, harder lover' I try to convince myself, but it just isn't working.

Two years ago I stood in the gorgeous new store along with dozens of other authors and book people, raised a toast and wished Doug Dutton & Co well.

L.A. didn't bring down Judith Regan--but it was only a matter of time before New York said we did.

December 15, 2006. 4:15 pm. I’m in the left turn lane at Balboa Blvd and Chatsworth Street in Granada Hills,...

It was the greatest feeling: Blogging. Vrooooom! An idea struck me and with nary a thought I had posted it...

Dear Westside Bike Thief … RE: The Sweet Red Ride You Stole From My Garage … You’ve no need to worry about being caught.

Jessica Simpson and I spent the week in Washington, not quite together, but one of us made headlines and the other wrote them.

Sarah Michelle and Puffy are off power lunching and Divine Design is given over to the fashion bottom-feeders: the freelancers and the part-timers, the waitresses, school teachers and D-girls burned out on haunting the Gap sale racks and jonesing for a smidge of affordable glamour in their low-paid lives.

There comes a time when all you want for Christmas is not to have to think about what you want for Christmas.

Who made TW the cable monopoly for all of Los Angeles anyway? Cable rage hits the Westside.

Just blocks from downtown, you'll find an entirely different kind of produce section. Don't look for a checkout counter.

UCLA's football team notched its first victory in seven years over cross-town rival USC and yet the Los Angeles Times somehow figured out a way to turn it into an A-1 story about USC.

The end of USC's seven-game winning streak over UCLA resulted in peace and quiet in my West Side neighborhood.

It was the early 1970s when Ray Bradbury and I met at Saint Patrick’s Elementary School Library in North Hollywood....

Adios to the Dume Room, the last place to remind you that millionaire Malibu was once a working class town, a historical haven for outlaws and bootleggers and smugglers and thieves.

Video report: USC gives Zach Fox a chance to get his job back.