Category: Bonjour Duchess Dolls

What’s a girl want in her stocking? Baubles and gems and pearls oh my? Or, perhaps, the keys to something racy? Or whatever’s the latest at La Perla? Wait, we’re not doing Oprah’s faves, remember? We’re creating the favorites list for the regular girl—you know the one that plays Santa to a bunch of chickens,… Continue reading Stuff A Stocking…

Is there a finer pleasure than curling up with a book? Perhaps a fire and some wine nearby? In search of the best books for the regular girls holiday, I consulted with the most well-read English teacher I know and my very favorite English and Creative Writing major and asked them to give me some choices. And… Continue reading Holiday Reading…

Next to The Norwegian and The Chickens, the love of my life is bread. When the waiter asks if we want bread, I scream out “Yes,” before any of my friends can tsk-tsk eating the most perfect of foods. The Norwegian knew eschew the flowers; bring home warm crusty loaves. No wonder the man was… Continue reading Love Of My Life…

Generally, Monday is pajama day. A dear friend labels her version, “No pants Monday.” As this girl always wears a dress, aversion to pants doesn’t really apply. My jammies are the only thing with pants! Once I started working for myself, Monday got set aside as organization day. Not just a nod to my OCD… Continue reading The Regular Girl’s Guide…

The intent was to get this information out over the weekend but alas this family ended up in the emergency room. And it wasn’t Cancer Girl. Seems Middle Chicken’s gall bladder, according to the wonderful surgeon, had been “sick” for quite a while. Poor chicken even had one stone blocking the entrance to the liver.… Continue reading Lord Hamilton Awaits Your Presence…

Thanksgiving is a favorite. A holiday celebrating food and football?  It’s the best meal of year. Alas, I am still wired into Gus-Gus so it’s a mystery what will find itself down my gullet tomorrow. Will it be stuffing? Turkey? Cranberries? Hard to say. I never really know until something is in my mouth whether… Continue reading Thank You Cancer…

The holiday season cannot show itself without more than one viewing of the best Christmas movie of all time, Love Actually. I hear you groan and reject your opinion. Finally, there is agreement from the choir. This very morning, Buzzfeed ran a little piece, “For Everyone Who Is Still In Love With Love Actually.” Ha.… Continue reading ‘Tis The Season…

The holidays are near when I examine conscience and accomplishments of the past year. Since this past year, all I accomplished was chemotherapy and radiation that’s kind of a wash but in my journey for meaning I came across a message from the Buddha that resonates. Seems the bellied one has six rules of love.… Continue reading Spread It Around…

We all know how hard the sun and heat is on our cars. And our hands when we grab the steering wheel. Yikes. But our beloved autos need to prepare for winter just like us. Think of it as the perfect circle scarf paired with new boots to go with your leggings. In the Valley… Continue reading Brrr Says Your Car…

Eat, Speak, Dance, Sing is this girl's mantra. These are the things cancer stole and still hoards. Mantra repetition fills the head. The journey resembles the famous little engine. I think I can. I think I can. Oh shit, I can’t. Damn you cancer. Damn you. ​​ Saturday night, the clouds part, the angels sing and I cross… Continue reading Eat, Speak, Dance, Sing