The Washington Post Column

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).

Are Israel and Northern Ireland similar? The short answer is no, and the reasons — religious, cultural and political — hardly need listing.

There are few political obituaries more enjoyable to write than that of Joerg Haider, so I won’t resist the temptation: As of yesterday, Haider, the Austrian politician who came bouncing onto the political scene a few years ago wearing Spandex bicycle shorts, denouncing immigrants and spouting carefully crafted nuggets of Anschluss nostalgia, is officially a