By William Norwich 8/03/98 12:00am

Phyllis Stine’s Diary

J uly 14 : Morning, I think. C’est moi , dear diary, c’est moi : Phyllis Stine. So confused. Did I or didn’t I miss the couture shows in Paris? Have I really been abducted by U.F.O.’s?

Now don’t be too strange, dear,” my mother always used to tell me. “Don’t be too strange, Read More