Off to Paris…
 We are off to Paris for Thanksgiving, where, I am told, it is cold, wet, and windy. I am armoured up with raincoats, scarves, and rain hats, and cannot WAIT to do lots of walking, and attempt my long-forgotten French. Also, the Smalls are with their father, so it is something of a mini-honeymoon for Beloved and I- no turkey for me this Thanksgiving, hopefully Steak frites instead. I have been busy, busy, BUSY. The Hugh Grant interview ran in Parade. Click here to read on Parade.com. You will see that I thoroughly enjoyed meeting him, and wish our lunch could have gone on for hours. I was TERRIF

90th Anniversary of Algonquin Round Table… Join me!
PLEASE JOIN US FOR AN EVENING OF CONVERSATION, COCKTAILS, AND CHAT   TO COMMEMORATE THE 90TH ANNIVERSARY OF DOROTHY PARKER’S ALGONQUIN ROUND TABLE   The Algonquin Hotel   Monday November 16th, 2009 7pm-9pm 59 West 44th Street, New York, NY Join us for a Commemorative Symposium of Wit and Wisdom Featuring the Unique Perspectives of Jane Green, Joel Stein, Paula Froelich, Michael Musto and Morgan Spurlock Moderated by Nat Benchley, Author and Gr

Protecting Your Assets
This is so utterly hilarious I am posting the entire thing. Daily Candy fills up my inbox regularly. I am so fed up with their steals and deals, I rarely even open the emails, however this caught my eye. Protecting Your Assets The Paparazzi Protector Slip (Photo courtesy of Sheltini) Know what’s actually not sexy? Showing your vagina to total strangers. Know what else? Taking off a slinky minidress to reveal b

Jane and Hugh do lunch…
I am back from London, back from cooking lunch for Hugh Grant. Because I have written a piece for Parade magazine - out in December - I cannot tell you much about it until then, but I will just tell you this: He was utterly adorable. Thoughtful, curious, and disarmingly good company. He also loved my cooking, so he is extra-specially nice, and welcome to have lunch in my kitchen any. Time. He. Wants. Now on to more important stuff…the food. For those of

For Heidi
Many of you have been wondering where I have been, these past six months, and those of you who have followed my sporadic blogging will know I have been looking after my Unwell Friend. This morning, surrounded by her family, she died. And I am heartbroken. To borrow the words of Erich Segal: What can you say about a forty-three-year-old girl who died?  That she was beautiful. And brilliant. And brave. That she loved, in no particular order, and amongs