Thursday Oooh. It’s dark and dreary this morning. Unusual for glorious Beverly Hills. I got up, put on my swimsuit,…

Tuesday A perfect day. I awakened, had a modest breakfast, then read the online news. The polls about Trump/Biden are…

My father, Herbert Stein, was a famous and brilliant economist. But he was in his heart deeply interested in poetry….

Monday Lunch on another perfect Beverly Hills day at the Beverly Hills Hotel. It was surprisingly empty, but, as always,…

Tuesday A scary day indeed. I went to lunch as I almost always do at the Cabana Café at the…

Tuesday Yuck. I awakened feeling ultra-depressed. Lethargic, suicidal, weak, hopeless. I couldn’t figure out why. I had a bland dinner….

Friday Another perfect day here in glorious Beverly Hills. My pal, Glenn Miller (his real name), and my beautiful Polynesian…

Monday A horrible day. I was up a large part of the night with an upset stomach. I am pretty…

Saturday, July 4 I awakened filled with dread, as I customarily do these days. It has to do with my beautiful…

What a terrible morning. I awakened with long-lasting, painful stomach disorders. I almost always have them, but these were unusually…