Category: Bonjour Duchess Dolls

The Goddess and I sit on a blanket at a concert in the park. It’s a lazy Sunday in The Dale. Jazz wafts through the perfect Arizona spring air and I inhale deeply, enjoying being out, being present and having a goal for the near future. ​ “I f-ing hate him.” I say to her.… Continue reading D-i-v-o-r-c-e…

In the days when The Norwegian was alive, I loved little more than donning gowns and fab shoes for charity. So much fun. Until it’s not. It gets old and there’s only so many ways to make chicken. I found after I went back to work that planning events was much more fun than attending… Continue reading The Stuff Of Fairytales…

Sorority Sister and her love are in town seeking respite from the tundra. A must when she’s in town is making the rounds, including the YaYas, Contractor Girl and The Goddess amongst others. She has adopted my pals as her own. My little groups orbit round each other and often spend time together. When they… Continue reading Change In Plan…

Leap Year is akin to a full moon. Behavior is out of the ordinary. Inhibitions are shed. It’s a discovery made yesterday at the spa. I work at a spa. It’s a part time job providing this cancer girl with the chance to leave home and get some semblance of exercise in hopes of rebuilding… Continue reading Naked Monday…

“So what do you want in this year?” queries Middle Chicken. She’s taken me to the ladies only lunch haven in Scottsdale to celebrate my birthday. “Health,” say I. I now believe the adage, “If you have your health you have everything.” Been there, done that. Healthy’s better. ​​ “I know that,” says she. “I… Continue reading Embrace The Crazy…

  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?…