Why does everybody have to be naked these days, well, figuratively speaking?
Dolls have always been an object of my affection.
With thousands of stylists chiseling, combing and coiffing the locks of ladies from the small town beauty parlors to the swankiest of "citified" salons, I ask myself the same question that lots of first-time clients ask me.
I have always drawn strength from old Southern gospel hymns.
The movie "Fifty Shades of Grey" had most women and more than a few men talking earlier this year.
I am an enormous fan of five-time Grammy-winning jazz artist Diana Krall.
The white Irises in my garden are in full bloom.
Easter has long been one of my most decorated holidays. Mama's love for it spilled over onto me, and how could it not?
Beyond the glitter, rhinestones, false eyelashes, wigs that change by the hour, and form-fitting jewel-tone gowns is my favorite drag queen, RuPaul.
Have you ever heard it said: The older we get, the smarter our parents become?
Thin is in! Well, at least when it comes to the haircut for spring.
In last week's episode of "Downton Abbey," Lady Mary slipped off to York and shed her long coiffure, trading it in for an haute coif.
Love is a word often used lightly, or is it?
A wrinkle in the rug underneath my desk in the library kept distracting me last week.
A few winters ago, we were walking into our favorite Burberry store in Washington, D.C., and a jolly man with a raspy voice exclaimed, "Welcome to Burberry, gentlemen" as we glided through the revolving doors.
Sometimes you can get yourself into quite a tangle, and I don't mean the hundred ways I was mischievous as a child.
I struggle with eating the right foods, and any nutritionist would consider me a challenge.
When I was a little boy, nothing was more thrilling than following my big brother around with a crumpled brown paper bag of holiday firecrackers.
Who among us could not use a little fairy dust this season?
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