I'm becoming a dude. I have a cold. I may be dying. It really is just sniffles, sore throat and aches. Standard cold stuff. My brain signals death is eminent. And then it hits me. In my old age, I'm becoming a dude. You might be too. Think about it. Ten, not to mention twenty,… Continue reading Becoming A Dude…
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My Little Cub…
"What song do you want to dance to?" asks Oldest Chicken. He's referring to the mother-son tradition. His wedding is little more than a week away. We spend hours on the hunt. Feeling quite Goldilocks-ish. This one is too hard. This one is too soft. Seems finding the one that's "just right" should strike me… Continue reading My Little Cub…
New Car? Kittens Best Part of the Day…
Always an adventure, non? Those of us who've lost spouses and played in the cancer pond consider our dance cards of the unexpected full, thank you. There is no need, ever, for surprise. Been there, done that. My little 200, love of my life with its' throwback analog clock--the reason I bought the car, showed… Continue reading New Car? Kittens Best Part of the Day…
I’m Sorry…Now Read
Who's ready for a juicy, soapy, twisty, turny, gossipy look at the rich and the famous for being rich? It's the latest choice for Duchess Doll reading. The Last Mrs. Parrish is the yummiest of collected envy, deception and power amongst the bitchiest--and it's not who you think. Penned by a pair sisters who claim… Continue reading I’m Sorry…Now Read
Everything Old Is New…And Cute
A delicious white fur stole with rhinestone brooch will grace my shoulders next month at the wedding of Oldest Chicken. No, it's not real fur; I'm not a barbarian. Pfft. It's a throwback to the glamour days when ladies made an entrance, sipped champagne from coupes and added stems to their cigarettes. Aside from the… Continue reading Everything Old Is New…And Cute
All That Entertaining and Smiling…
So, the wedding wiped me out! Who knew entertaining and smiling could be so very exhausting? Not in the know? Well, pull up a chair dolls. Middle Chicken got married last month. It's been a year in the planning. And, shocker, nothing went wrong. Not anything that anyone would notice anyway. As an event chick,… Continue reading All That Entertaining and Smiling…
Dog Day Reading…
What to read in the dog days of August when you're scantily clad, reclining on a chaise, hand brushed across your forehead cursing the rise in humidity? After all, you can't go out in the monsoon--what of your hair? The answer is both simple and delicious! It's the beautiful love letter contained in, The Light… Continue reading Dog Day Reading…
It’s Fairytale Time…
Middle Chicken gets married in two weeks. I'm thankful Lawyer Boy is her perfect match. I'm thankful he possesses the unique ability to calm her. She can get a little frantic. Not sure what he says to her, but it works--and that works for me. I'm thankful for all the parent checkoffs: He's got a… Continue reading It’s Fairytale Time…
Five Year Plan…
In a job interview. "Where do you see yourself in five years?" What flashes through my head: On the beach in St. Barths, thin enough to be wearing a bathing suit with the wispiest of coverups, Pina Colada at the ready, flanked by a blue-eyed semi-stranger. What comes out my mouth: A spiel about love… Continue reading Five Year Plan…
Cancer Girls Unite…
There's a new cancer girl in town. Well, she's in Vegas, close enough. Regardless of where she is, you want this badass chick on your "Help Me Get Through This" team. I stumble upon Elly Brown as Sunday morning political show frustration reaches a peak and yelling at the TV is scaring the cats. The… Continue reading Cancer Girls Unite…
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