Author: Duchess Diaries

  It was a shocker to find how many Duchess Dolls admit they are the Gladys Kravitz of their neighborhoods. One lives here in Scottsdale, another in Gig Harbor, another in Minnesota and yet one more in Phoenix. Who knew? Three of those Gladys’ I know and can tell you they are the good and kind… Continue reading Gladys Strikes Again…

Writing does great things for the souls of those who engage. It does little to build muscle, strength, stamina or make you leave your home. Since it involves mostly sitting in a chair flexing one’s vocabulary it’s unlikely to develop buttock and breast muscles. And since this girl has gym aversion, the answer comes in… Continue reading Oh The Stress…

Each month we contact Big Al at Superstition Springs Chrysler to chat about what’s news in the car world. February and March are truck months—both of them. And the lot is filled with the Ram truck of your choice. I wonder—how to interest the dolls in buying a truck?  Then it hits me. What’s in it for… Continue reading It’s Truck Month(s)…

It seems young American women can think for themselves, thank you. And apparently have no worries about going to hell for it. Hillary, for once, enlisted gaffes instead of spewing them herself. She did, however, cackle. Last weekend, she procured the help of Madeleine Albright in New Hampshire. Why? No one seems to know. The… Continue reading If Only Girls Could Think For Themselves…

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday find me inside. Working, but inside. Showered, but inside. Contact with the outside world? Only from inside. Didn’t even venture onto the patio. Why? It’s cold. ​​ Years living in the Midwest somehow did not prepare me for daytime highs of 50 and nighttime lows in the thirties. What the hell?… Continue reading Cold Is In The Mind?…

Gladys Kravitz may be living across the hall. A gaggle of besties helped me move two years ago. As moving is such fun, we try hard to make anyone’s moving day a happy one. Perhaps we’re a bit loud. The door is open. Various peeps wander in and out. I lumber down the hall with… Continue reading Hello Neighbor…

Political talk notes a “war on women.” That leads to talk of mommy wars. Remember those? Evidently they aren’t much of a thing anymore. Girls today believe they will work to provide for a family. There was a time when battle lines were clearly drawn. Working moms were on that side and stay-at-home moms on the… Continue reading Are We That Badass?…

The girls gather to sage. We talk witches, ghosts and New Orleans. And I run to my car at night’s end. Two things learned. I can, in fact, haul ass when I’m scared and cocktails with the girls never loses its charm. Actually, the girls have cocktails. This gullet has cocktail. But still. Accomplishment comes in different measures after… Continue reading Witches, Ghosts And NOLA

Our Favorite Redhead sent over a crimson and white scarf to wear for the Bama game. The Tide brought home a championship. It was her juju that carried the team no doubt. This morning she sends a missive. “Full day yesterday, thought you could laugh with or at me! See attached.” It’s an adventure story.… Continue reading RedHead Hijinks…

  Another Duchess Doll goes to visit The Duke of Cars. Don’t know the Duke? He’s my car guy. I recommend him to everyone. How many people actually have a car dealer they like? So one of the dolls makes a visit. She’s after a new car. Her only other car was a gift from… Continue reading Another Doll Visits The Duke…