Kimberly Guilfoyle. I have to be honest,,,I would be screaming too if I had two dead minks attached to my scalp and hanging onto my shoulders for dear life.

This past weekend I was sitting in the car waiting for my husband to pick up our takeout late lunch order at Palisades Garden Cafe.

I don’t know if the bar for entertainment is low in Coronaville, but I am groovin’ on the Democratic National Convention.

Wait Mister Postman Oh yeah (Is there a letter in your bag for me) Please, Please Mister Postman (Why’s it been a very long time) Oh yeah Please, Please Mister […]

I rarely cook steak.