Some of us embrace our gifts at an early age. I was five when I first recognized pearls light up every facial tone. That, along with eyebrow raising, set me on a lifelong journey of observation into life’s finer things.
I have a knack for knowing what you should wear, which is the best eyeliner and how to behave at the White House. I will never recommend camping or flitting about town make-up free.
I know where all the forks go; ditto with the armoire. Combining these talents with a love of words left me no choice but to commit my opinions to paper and pass on my knowledge. You’re welcome.
I carried my skills to a twenty-seven year marriage that ended on a sunny day in the woods where my husband, The Norwegian, dropped dead, leaving me with a list of accomplishments and skills few find useful in the work of corporate America. I flailed and decided to build my wings on the way down. I jumped off the cliff and you can too.
We are the women who rule the world. When did we forget that? Grab your bag of gifts and take the journey with me. Embrace your Duchess.
About The Cancer Girls…
Just as all good plans, God laughed when I convinced myself tough times were behind me. Two years after The Norwegian died, I got cancer, the weird kind that only men over 65 who are alcoholics and tobacco chewers get. You know, the kind that makes perfect sense for a girl like me. Flailed about again but found my cancer girls.
They’re about as sassy a bunch as you’ll find and they fit right in with the Duchess Dolls. They, too, asked for more–more snark, more business, more fashion, more girly stuff and more badass bitchery. Wishes granted. The Duchess Diaries encompasses more of what the Dolls, and guys, request. It reflects not just my growth but the personal growth, and snarkiness, of each of you. You are my favorites, my humor, my loves and just the buoy a girl needs.
Raise your glasses, Dolls, to a life filled to overflowing with joy, happiness, success and knowing our worth. Cheers!