The yuppie war

by Maralyn Lois Polak -- Here we are, women, watching the war. I can't get that Dave Mason song out of my mind, "There are no good guys, there are no bad guys more…

Derailing the Kevorkian death-train

by Maralyn Lois Polak -- Though my brother Marty was dying for a long time, in painful and unpleasant circumstances, he never enlisted the services of Jack Kevorkian, and I was proud of more…

'Erin Go Brats'

by Maralyn Lois Polak -- In a former life, I was an Irish shop-girl. Don't worry, this isn't another one of those trendy, mystical vodka ads. Actually, I'm not a drinker, haven't been more…

Mouthing off about Monica

by Maralyn Lois Polak -- Monica Lewinsky makes me wanna puke. That is a direct quote. From me. To you. Not from anyone else, not even from "Calabash," my astute but mostly mute more…

Listening to Lena

by Maralyn Lois Polak -- My hairdresser, Lena from South Philly, all 104 pounds of her -- whose nickname is "Moonstruck" at her night job because she talks real loud, and direct, like more…

Meditation on a murderer: Ira and Me

by Maralyn Lois Polak -- Where have all the Hippies gone? Take Ira Einhorn. Please. Every generation has its Sexual Fascist, and mine was Ira Einhorn. Like Picasso before him, he was burly more…

Viagara Falls

by Maralyn Lois Polak -- You are living your life out loud like a Rolling Stones lyric: "I can't get no... I can't get no... I can't get no satisfaction," and it's beginning more…

Republicans in love

by Maralyn Lois Polak -- My friend "Calabash" was having a personal meltdown, which I perversely attributed to rumors that Ronald Reagan's likeness would be added to Mount Rushmore. Calabash is, shall we more…