Category: Bonjour Duchess Dolls

  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*

There’s a difference between those who remember the events and those watching FX’s interpretation of what happened after OJ Simpson killed two people and subsequently walked away because of a driving glove and an angry LA still smarting over Rodney King. Watching the OJ series, we wonder if producers are going to school us on… Continue reading OJ Rewind…

Sunday morning is for coffee and political shows. Most weeks this involves swearing at the television and shaking my head. This morning’s fare sends me straight to Pinterest. Ears out for actual news and eyes on all things pinteresty. I settle on “Quotes” and find this little gem,  “Most Likely and Least Likely To… Depending… Continue reading What’s Your Sign?…

I had the honor of speaking at the Fairytale Tea Sunday. What a day—the decorations, incredibly powerful women and of course, the cause. You know Happily Ever After League is near and dear to my heart and yesterday my heart was full. I heard a lot today about how nice it was, that my speech… Continue reading Nice Rack…

The week is upon us. It’s a quadruple whammy in the Housewives arena. Beware television ratings; Bravo’s got the week wrapped up. Sunday, The Potomac etiquette police, who have no manners themselves, clue us in on behavior bad enough to get kicked out of a tiny Hamlet no one’s ever heard of nor striven to live.… Continue reading Housewives Squee…

I was reminded that I’ve not answered questions in a while. ’Tis true my dolls. Here’s some answers… What’s going on with the cancer? For the moment, the bitch is at bay. I’d like to say I was a valiant warrior throughout but I did all the things I thought I would not. I barfed… Continue reading Q And A Time Again…