Author: Duchess Diaries

Can we take the day to rejoice in the fact that tomorrow is the return of Frank and Claire Underwood and their journey to world domination? Yes, my dearest dolls, House of Cards returns tomorrow. Anyone else find it funny it’s the same day as my surgery? Makes me wonder—could cancer stand up to the… Continue reading Claire Returns…

Believing healing powers are all around us is, I thought, was how I was living my life. Going about my own business, making my living, teaching myself badassery and the big C comes to call. What is it the bitch is calling out? Is it that we are not taking care of ourselves physically, emotionally—what?… Continue reading Healing Power…

How does one begin to thank those who touch the heart so deeply, so profoundly, so soul felt that words feel inadequate? If you doubt angels wander the earth, you aren’t looking. This happened Monday morning. A text arrives with a photo. The photo is a candle decorated with pearls (squee) and a message from… Continue reading Fifty Shades of Love…

So, I know—you’re getting ready for the Academy Awards. The snarkathon is in full swing here. Guiliana, aka Skeletor, don’t know how we feel about the dress. We just know, doll, if you get any thinner your head might actually fall off. This from Cancer Girl, thrilled beyond belief to have lost twelve pounds. Amazeballs… Continue reading A Little Song, A Little Dance…

We asked people to write in with Fifty Shades of Great: their gratitude, thoughts and wishes for others. Interesting things turn up on my desk—none more so than this missive from The Fixer—my girl of little emotion, strict business principles and decorum in situations all. I tell her I don’t know about running such a… Continue reading Not Exactly What I Had In Mind…

“You do realize you’re talking to the most vain woman on earth right?” I smile. Dr. H still does not find this girl funny. The Angel Miss C, his Office Manager, Patient Coordinator, Hand Holder and Angel Here on Earth, does laugh. We’re gonna be friends, I can tell. He says when muscles in the… Continue reading Droopy Face…

There is nothing a cookie and a hot bath cannot solve. Until it can’t. The hotter the better. The bubblier the better. The better smelling the bubbles, the better. Next to bed, a steamy bath is my favorite place. A white cat sits perched on a stool at bath’s edge each and every day. She… Continue reading C Is for Cookie…Oh, And Cancer

I’d drunk dial him. Saw steely Christian in all his low-slung jean glory, grey eyes, hardened composure and closet to die for. Sighs elicited more than once. There may even have been a cosmic fashion shift. Suits have always made this girl’s pants fall off. Missing the reference? Check out country boy Joe Nichols—here’s the… Continue reading Fifty Shades of…

Valentine’s Days is upon us. Why not whip up something sinful for you sweetie? After all, they say the way to his heart is through his stomach. I, personally, haven’t found my talents lie here, but who doesn’t love a good French toast? I ask Chef Christine, our favorite in the kitchen, to help us… Continue reading Sweets For Your Sweetie…

Turns out boys are less immune to slings and arrows concerning body image than we may think. Of course they don’t take it nearly as hard as chicks do. There’s a little film floating about featuring body shaming our boys. My knee jerk reaction is, “Wa-wa welcome to our world.” I reconsider and think that… Continue reading Poor Boys…