Category: Bonjour Duchess Dolls

This time last year found me less than fashionable. Blindsided by the fact that cancer recovery is more than surviving treatment, I appeared less than fashionable most of the time. After all I was moving little more than into a chair. My style was decidedly, chemo emaciated. Two questions I get more than others (besides… Continue reading Less Than Fashionable….Move Aside

Did you ever think perhaps some things shouldn’t be a crime? That the offense is just so irresistible that one can hardly be held accountable for their actions given the circumstance? Like giving small children candy and feeding other people’s dogs from the table? Buying shoes you can’t afford? Or convincing oneself the occasion demands… Continue reading Like You Could Just Drive By…

​​The spa is lovely, truly—five-star or whatever the measure when owners hang art by real artists and place white leather benches in locker rooms. Attaching stars to descriptors does little to ensure guests behave five star-ish.​​ ​​ This particular spa, as with many in the valley, invites members. For the price of raising a child… Continue reading Five Star…

A sorority sister chats about a strategy at work. She regrets she didn’t pounce sooner. Looking at this chick all I see is success. She’s talented, famous and, I always thought, a badass. She, however, has doubts. Whaaaa? Says she, “I’m done not standing up for myself,” a scenario I can nary imagine. I take… Continue reading Asses In Gear…

Cancer girls know surviving the physical is only part of the journey. The bitch has the ability, after sapping physical strength, to take a stab at the psyche as well. She steals your badass and replaces it with fear. Physical strength returns bit by tiny bit. I took a job to focus on physical return.… Continue reading Customer Service?…

Is your Jeep as tough as your Gramps? Yeah, the one who fought in wars around the world and came home to tell about it. He drove a Wrangler and you can too. Or you can buy one for your best guy. They’re on special at Big Al’s Superstition Spring Chrysler Jeep Dodge Ram. The… Continue reading Are You As Tough As Your Grandpa?…

Watching people come and go at the airport is one of life’s perks. Middle Chicken’s flight delay provides the opportunity. New babies, grandparents and returning dads fill the heart. There are long apart kisses and tears. Humanity is a show off at airports every day. To my right is a couple, neither having just arrived.… Continue reading Humanity On Display…

Random Debate Thoughts: Is Melania Trump embarrassed that the whole world now knows she married for money? We all assumed so but after this weekend, we can be sure. Can Hillary really still believe, after eight years, that the current economy is the fault of Bush? Locker room banter may cost Billy Bush his job.… Continue reading Debate…Sigh…

The heart is heavy that the first female president will come only by beating a buffoon. Baffling is the fact that the space between the two is so slim, despite the left wing’s constant crying foul. We’ve heard it all.  She’s a different person if you know her. She’s held to a different standard. Everything,… Continue reading Heavy Heart…

Clowns are terrorizing a South Carolina town. Terrorized too strong a word? Nope. Clowns aren’t just randomly falling out of Volkswagens in large groups or riding around on bicycles far too small for their bodies. They are recreating everyone’s nightmare--trying to lure children into the woods. Their plan demonstrates their level of intelligence. Who thinks… Continue reading Clowns In Town…