EDITOR’S LETTER – NOVEMBER 2013
byMy earliest memory is of myself singing. I was 4, accompanying my aunt and grandmother on a doctor’s visit. No doubt to amuse me,…
My earliest memory is of myself singing. I was 4, accompanying my aunt and grandmother on a doctor’s visit. No doubt to amuse me,…
If there were a scouting report on me, I think it would be “good hands, bad feet.” I have fairly typical writers’ hands –…
I live life to a syncopated beat – literally. Like millions of fortunate people, my heart has a strong, regular rhythm. But also like…
When I was a child, my idea of fitness was lifting a pair of binoculars to ogle the attractive players at Yankee Stadium. I…
I have the kind of relationship to food that I think many people might identify with: I love to eat. But cooking, meh, not…
This month WAG takes to the open road in more ways than one. Few know more about this than our cover guy Capt. Harry…
I’m hot – and not necessarily in a good way. Let’s just say that I’ve reached that moment in the prime of womanhood when…
If you’re a regular reader of WAG – and if you are, we thank you – then you know that May traditionally is…
On March 11, 2010, I brought my Aunt Mary home from a physical rehab facility for what would be the final chapter of her…
Welcome to boobs and butts. That’s what our sassy side calls this issue. Our classy side calls it Voluptuaries. But you get the idea….
In this the month of all things bright and beautiful, WAG sets out to scintillate with some of the most dazzling people, places and…
As I wrote last year at this time, autumn is New York’s best season and October its best month. So it gives us great joy to present an issue devoted to what is perhaps the ultimate cosmopolis and the people who make the daily commute from the ’burbs to the boroughs and back again.
As you are no doubt aware, there was a recent upheaval in the “Twilight” universe when the tabloids revealed that Kristen Stewart had been…
When I was 4 years old, I fell in love with Perry Como. There was something about his smooth crooning, the soothing, kindly way…
In anticipation of the London Games – I don’t know about you, but I’ve been warming up with my Michael Phelps’ Beijing DVD –…
This month, we at WAG are one with Cyrus the Great, Claude Monet, Nelson A. Rockefeller and just about anyone else who has ever…
Some years ago, I interviewed a music historian from London for a story on movie soundtracks. By way of introduction, I explained that I…