By Susan Harper
Every now and then, an inner alarm goes off, sort of like the one that says it’s time to pay the car-insurance bill. But this one says it’s time to have a party.
And I call it an alarm because the prospect, although delicious, has an alarming side to it, too. What kind of party? And whom should I invite? — and how far in advance? Will they come? What should I serve? And so on (and on and on).