This weekend, Colin Powell, the American Secretary of State, is not in Israel or in Jordan, preparing for imminent war with Iraq. He is not in Europe, mollifying allies. Instead, he is in Japan and South Korea, quietly dealing with the other weapons-of-mass-destruction crisis, the one we have heard much less about.
As I write these words, a dusty, year-old copy of the “Budget of the United States Government, Fiscal Year 2003” sits beside me on my desk.
After Secretary of State Colin Powell makes his presentation to the United Nations today, don’t listen for the “European” reaction.
It’s awfully lonely being Christine Whitman. Love her or hate her, it’s impossible not to feel a pang of sympathy for the former governor of New Jersey, now administrator of the Environmental Protection Agency.
I met Wladyslaw Szpilman a year before he died, in his comfortable, well-appointed Warsaw home.
I have just cloned a baby. To be precise, I found some sticks and stones in my back yard, crushed them with my coffee grinder, threw them in a cauldron and added eye of newt and toe of frog.
If you haven’t seen the new James Bond film, “Die Another Day,” and you don’t want to know what happens, stop reading here.
Moscow — Christmas lights twinkled throughout this city last week, and Christmas carols filled the air.
A couple of days ago, a politician of my acquaintance received an e-mail from a student in a foreign country. Politely, the student asked if he could conduct an electronic “interview” with the politician. The politician agreed.
Perhaps it’s because I lived for 10 years in London, where professional women long ago discovered the secret of competing with men who belong to all-male eating clubs (they go to restaurants).