A few years back my grandfather, Hoyt Bacon Leisure, suffered a mild stroke. I called him in the hospital as soon as I heard the news. His voice was softer than usual and quavering.
“Spencer, I want you to go down to Paul Stuart and get yourself a suit and a blazer and some Read More
I had to stop practicing voodoo on my ex-husband when I realized that I was two for two. It started out as a way to blow off a little steam: I would sit down with a crisp Chardonnay, my sewing kit and a pile of photos, and casually poke holes in his eyes and heart. Read More
When I ran into some friends at a party recently and invited them to join me for dinner, they accepted with alacrity. We were in midtown, so I suppose they thought we’d just stroll over to some fancy French restaurant off Fifth Avenue. When I told them that instead we were going for Greek food, Read More
