- Dear Margo: When You Think You've Heard Everything ... You Haven't
- Dear Margo: When Dad/Gramps Just Ain't Interested
- What's your viewpoint on a one-term presidency for Obama, no matter the reason?
- Could Mammograms Fall Victim to Obamacare? by Liz Peek
- Liz Smith: In a Concert Hall Far, Far Away
- Liz Smith: Sharon Stone, Steve Tyrell, Sarah (You Know Who), Glamour, Lesley Gore – and More!
- Queen Martha, by Cynthia McFadden
- Did You Ever See a Book Cry? by Sheila Nevins
- LIZ SMITH FLASH! The Kennedy Conspiracy and the Mafia
- Remember shopping pre-Internet? What era/memory in the evolution of shopping do you think of most fondly?
- Did You Ever See a Book Cry? by Sheila Nevins
- LIZ SMITH FLASH! The Kennedy Conspiracy and the Mafia
- Dear Margo: When Dad/Gramps Just Ain't Interested
- Liz Smith: Sharon Stone, Steve Tyrell, Sarah (You Know Who), Glamour, Lesley Gore – and More!
- Liz Smith: In a Concert Hall Far, Far Away
- Dear Margo: When You Think You've Heard Everything ... You Haven't
- Joan Ganz Cooney Still Shops the Way She Always Has
- Joan Ganz Cooney Looks at Unemployment, Not War
- Let Down and Felt Up? by E.D. Hill
- The World in Vogue (Photos)
- What's your viewpoint on a one-term presidency for Obama, no matter the reason?
- Could Mammograms Fall Victim to Obamacare? by Liz Peek
- Dear Margo: When You Think You've Heard Everything ... You Haven't
- Dear Margo: When Dad/Gramps Just Ain't Interested
- Did You Ever See a Book Cry? by Sheila Nevins
- Remember shopping pre-Internet? What era/memory in the evolution of shopping do you think of most fondly?
- LIZ SMITH FLASH! The Kennedy Conspiracy and the Mafia
- The Love Goddess: In Sickness and in Health ... But Hold the Sickness
- Queen Martha, by Cynthia McFadden
- Joan Ganz Cooney Looks at Unemployment, Not War































My Comments (3 so far…)
When Mike Wallace Saw Liz Smith's Teeth Fall Out
I was late to an important meeting, and careened into the ladies room for a quick visit. It was empty; I sat in my stall, combing my hair, applying my lipstick, straightening my scarf, etc.
I heard someone coming in and entering the next stall. Two huge black wingtips were inches from my pumps.
I abruptly stopped my multitasking, and fled the men’s room. Minutes later, as the meeting organizer spoke, and I gathered my wits, I realized that the guy who had arrived even later than I had….huge black wingtips. Yikes.
Who is the biggest pig?
Which four women would you like to see on Mt. Rushmore?