Author: Duchess Diaries

Generally I know what elicits reader response. Commentary sometimes surprises. Most recent: Why no word on the presidential campaign?, getting one’s business on the sponsor page, becoming “Who’s Who” and the power of matching undies. ​​ As you know, only the Taliban could make me vote for the woman in the blueberry suit. Wrapping my… Continue reading Are You Wearing Your Power Panties?…

Irony has joined the fray. Not in a million years did I think this girl would whine about having to gain weight. Right? I’m the girl with the ever-widening ass.It’s been a life struggle to keep that damn thing under control. “You must gain fifteen pounds,” instructs Dr. H. He's unfazed that cancer ate my ass and boobs.… Continue reading First World Problems…

Memorial Day spells tent sales. The Duke’s shop is no exception. Went visiting this week and found that the Jeep Patriot is on special. What I actually ventured to the dealer for was a car for Baby Chicken. Little One needs a car for a new job. I am more than a little impressed. It… Continue reading Get Patriotic Under The Tent…

A weekend in Bama can salve the soul—watching a youngest child graduate, meeting new people, tasting local delicacies and taking in a uniqueness found only South of the Mason Dixon. Like what? Language that Lulls: That slow, languid drawl pulls in even the dourest of souls. Slow and easy, sweet and sassy all laced with… Continue reading Songs Of The South…

“You will speak normally again.” It’s a voice from behind me. I’ve just finished speaking at the HEAL tea last month. I turn to face a stranger. She is smiling, beautiful, and somehow has knowledge of speaking abilities to come. “I had to come talk to you,” she continues. “I had the same cancer, nineteen… Continue reading Angels Are Everywhere…

  This weekend we’re off to Bama; Roll Tide. How is it possible this child, my last, is graduating from college? As all mothers do, I wish for her so many things. For my precious little one, it’s joy and ease that come first to mind. She lost her father at 17. She learned to… Continue reading Little One…

Middle Chicken abandoned me for a weekend wedding in DC leaving this girl nothing to do but drown in Netflix offerings. What catches the eye? Twin Peaks. Any doll of a certain age remembers the mystery of who killed Laura Palmer, Agent Dale Cooper, Audrey’s eyebrow perfection and the Log Lady, non? ​​ It is… Continue reading Who Remembers?…

A certain stigma goes along with a minivan. In the past few years, it’s become a sign that as far as vehicles go mom has given up. A box to haul the kids around is all that matters. Smashed animal crackers and upended juice boxes galore; life as the girl dancing on tables is in… Continue reading Car Stigma No More…

Another Buzzfeed quiz catches my eye—a scientific measure of how much of a grandma one might be. A few friends have become grannies lately. Without the little ones in tow, you’d never guess. Though I have no babies of my babies, I take the test to find myself 49 percent grandma. Hmmm. Questions center around… Continue reading How Grandma Are You?…

Love it when interesting tidbits cross the desk. This one comes courtesy of a chick who revels in her own badassery. It’s a list called, “Books Badass Women Should Read.” Carry on Duchess Dolls; you’ve got your work cut out for you. I Remember Nothing by Nora Ephron Read this a long time ago, about… Continue reading Books For BAs*