O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the...
Author: Jerry Della Femina
I’ve tried. God knows I’ve tried.
For years I didn’t mention it to a soul.
But now, in the m...
With credit to a great sportswriter named Jimmy Cannon, who first wrote a “Nobody Asked Me, But”...
Imagine a young couple . . . their night started out at a wonderful restaurant, where they enjoyed m...
Food.
When I’m not eating it, I’m reading about it, I’m cooking it, I’m loving it.
I’m a...
My troubles with fake phone voices and unreachable giant companies like Uber continue to frustrate m...
It’s summer and you have been invited to a three-month-long party as your reward for living throug...
I publish this column every year as a public service to make sure your friends and relatives will th...
I want to write about my Mom. It’s Mother’s Day this weekend and I miss her so.
This is about a...
It’s spring. My mind is blank. I can’t think of a thing to write, so here are some funny things ...
Just around the corner from my house in Manhattan – on Lexington Avenue between 61st and 62nd Stre...
To begin with, when you’re old, it’s impossible to get in or out of a car or taxi with a shred o...
This is an old column (from 2007) that I thought about last Wednesday, when three inches o...
No, he’s not right about arming teachers with guns to help prevent another Parkland massacre. Ar...
Lately, just about everyone I know has been asking me the same question:
“Hey Jerry, you’re l...
As I made clear last week, I don’t watch the Olympics. However, there is an event that I...
My wife, the beautiful Judy Licht, along with every gay person in the world, is glued to a televis...