Pam Stone

A few days ago Paul spied our neighbor’s fox sauntering through the orchard. I refer to the animal as my neighbor’s as he has taken up residence on their property for quite some time, complete with, I am told, sunning himself on the roof of their barn. He is exquisite: Robust, a coat-like fl…

Just when all of us could use a belly laugh, the late Shay Bradley of Ireland, decided a year before his death to put the “fun” in funeral.

It appears I’m entering that stage of life in which the standard norms that I, and others of my make and model were raised, no longer apply.

I may have been inadvertently crowned Queen of Stinkbugs by The New Yorker Magazine a year of so ago (still, unbelievably, one of their most read articles), but that doesn’t mean I welcome the little boogers as they make their annual pilgrimage into my house.

"D’you know what an American asked me last week when I drove her to the airport?” my taxi driver said as we negotiated our way out of the snarl of West London traffic en route to Heathrow.

When my friend, Jessica, asked if I could help a well-known animal rescue and sanctuary, I was all about it.

Fresh from my folder titled “Hey, get off my lawn!” comes this little ditty.

Each year around this time, I headline a stand-up comedy concert to benefit Big Oaks Rescue Farm. This year the chosen venue was the historic Abbeville Opera House, and what a privilege it was to stand upon that stage.

One of these days I might just put up a cot inside my local Greek eatery as I tend to spend far more time there than in my own kitchen. And if you’d ever tasted my, what some people might refer to as, cooking, you’d understand why.

“That doesn’t look good,” said Paul, happening upon me icing my leg at the kitchen table, after I’d smacked and twisted it while unloading hay out of the truck into the barn.

The saddest commentary I have ever witnessed occurred Tuesday evening while I watched a segment on a national newscast reporting that the sales of bulletproof backpacks for children have spiked. I didn’t even know there were bulletproof backpacks. However, need being the mother of invention...

This is quite difficult to believe, but according to a well-researched article in USA Today, many Millennials (those young’uns spawned between 1981 and 1996) are eschewing dating because it’s become too expensive. The article, quoting a Singles in America survey, declared that fully 30% of t…

Welp, it’s been hot. And last week I felt as if I were walking side by side with Matthew Broderick as he grunted through basic training in the film, “Biloxi Blues.”

It’s not as if I need another reason to love Queen Elizabeth, but an article in British papers this week made me want to go against all royal protocol and hug her neck.

Coming across an article featuring Nadya Suleman, the renowned Octomom who was roundly criticized for becoming pregnant with octuplets when she already had six children, I was taken aback to see that her octuplets are now 10 years old.

A few weeks ago, Paul, laden down with grocery shopping bags having done all of the week’s shopping because, evidently, I “can’t be trusted to bring home anything else than cold beer and frozen pizza with the bounding enthusiasm of a Golden Retriever”, became frustrated with trying to keep a…