Category: Bonjour Duchess Dolls

Did you hear cheers earlier this week? Women of the world erupted in joy with the announcement. Huma finally left, releasing herself from the bondage of a buffoon, tossing off the albatross round her neck. Politics aside, the woman is a badass of the highest order. The last thing she needs is a penis blocking… Continue reading Cheers To Huma…

The Dolls had quite a bit to say about their second acts. Remember, a few weeks ago we asked what women were doing with their lives in this “second act?” It’s the after time—after kids, after first retirement and maybe just an old fashioned change of pace please. The subject came up after an article… Continue reading Second Acts…

Only the OCD girls will understand and that’s okay. Not everyone can live in the crazy. Some people don’t care that there’s a smell in the fridge. They figure whatever it is; it’ll show itself eventually. The rest of us lose sleep over what might be growing in there. It’s not like I have oodles… Continue reading Stinky Fridge…

Most Duchess Dolls are badass girls making a difference, either in their communities, schools, homes or businesses. A few have some offerings for the Dolls. Miss Karen, the sweetest doll ever, who does The Duchess’ nails is offering all the dolls $10 off any service. Yep, you heard that right. Tell her you saw it… Continue reading Duchess Dolls In Biz…

Generally a child whisperer, it is rare I’m caught on the wrong side of a toddler. A two-year-old, however, got the best of me on a cross-country flight last week. I’m as surprised as anyone the chubby cheeked towhead did not claim my heart. Surprised because I, unlike most of my girls, am not a… Continue reading The Child Whisperer Is Out…

When the chickens were little I wavered between wanting a nice car and, well, having three children who filled the back end of whatever I used to haul them around with goldfish crackers, cheerios and an occasionally half sucked lollipop stuck to the car mat. I resisted a minivan because, well, I tried even then… Continue reading You Had Me At Built-In Vac…

Women of a certain age are coming into their own. A “second act” movement is under foot. Unlike our mothers, we refuse to shut up and be good. We refuse to adhere to a set of rules defined for us by generations past. We refuse to accept a singular definition of feminism and prefer to… Continue reading That Certain Age…

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas…except when with Sisterella, Middle Chicken and her doll, Lawyer Boy. Shows, good food, drink and be merry. Oh and meet Bethenny. Yep, that Bethenny. The New York mouth that never stops. The woman talks so fast her words could outrun a cheetah. Meandering through The Palazzo and my… Continue reading What Stays In Vegas…

Three cups of coffee paired with Sunday morning political shows makes me an expert in foreign policy, the needs of the electorate and who should be president. Just kidding, no one on either ticket should be president. This morning’s news flurry features the DNC emails. Is Hillary, in her best $12,500 jacket, ready to be… Continue reading Wine Is The Only Answer…

I run into a friend who took a trip to meet my favorite car dealer, Big Al. He tells me all about his experience. Just as I said he would, he had a great time—a first for car buying, got the deal he was after and was most impressed taking the virtual test drives before… Continue reading Virtual Test Drive…A Real Thing