Category: Bonjour Duchess Dolls

“He needs a name. Little Red Weiner is not a name,” says The Fixer. I give it some thought and decide she’s right. Part of The Diaries’ magic is that everyone gets a name, some more imaginative than others. So, last Thursday, the bane of my existence, my feeding tube, became Gus. Gus, along with… Continue reading Gus Goes Shopping…

If you’re lucky enough, when you get cancer you’ll get a feeding tube and you will fully appreciate this fable. It’s the fable of The Little Red Weiner. Patients get feeding tubes for any number of reasons. During surgery, or surgeries, they are already beginning to lose weight. I actually get excited about this one. Excited… Continue reading My Little Red Weiner…

We ask The Duke each month for recommendations. What’s a great car? Are there any specials? What might Duchess readers be interested in? How about it’s spring and it might be time for some cruising off road style? It’s been named, “one of the most off-road capable vehicles in its class.” Hefty praise for a… Continue reading The Duke Recommends: Jeep Patriot

Chatting with our favorite chef I ask her, can she create some specials for our readers. Guess what? She gives us specials for the next three months along with a to-die-for spring salad. Squee. Booking specials is simple, easy and she is such a Duchess Doll, you will just love her food, her personality and her sense… Continue reading Chef Christine Brings Us Salad and Specials…

We believe we study, prepare, pray, listen, research and get our ducks in a row. And then we get kicked in the ass so hard, we wonder how we ever got through life believing anything other than health is paramount. Questions come fast and furious: How much will you share? Why haven’t you been writing?… Continue reading It’s Lookin’ A Little Braveheart Up In Here…

Can we take the day to rejoice in the fact that tomorrow is the return of Frank and Claire Underwood and their journey to world domination? Yes, my dearest dolls, House of Cards returns tomorrow. Anyone else find it funny it’s the same day as my surgery? Makes me wonder—could cancer stand up to the… Continue reading Claire Returns…

Believing healing powers are all around us is, I thought, was how I was living my life. Going about my own business, making my living, teaching myself badassery and the big C comes to call. What is it the bitch is calling out? Is it that we are not taking care of ourselves physically, emotionally—what?… Continue reading Healing Power…

How does one begin to thank those who touch the heart so deeply, so profoundly, so soul felt that words feel inadequate? If you doubt angels wander the earth, you aren’t looking. This happened Monday morning. A text arrives with a photo. The photo is a candle decorated with pearls (squee) and a message from… Continue reading Fifty Shades of Love…

So, I know—you’re getting ready for the Academy Awards. The snarkathon is in full swing here. Guiliana, aka Skeletor, don’t know how we feel about the dress. We just know, doll, if you get any thinner your head might actually fall off. This from Cancer Girl, thrilled beyond belief to have lost twelve pounds. Amazeballs… Continue reading A Little Song, A Little Dance…

We asked people to write in with Fifty Shades of Great: their gratitude, thoughts and wishes for others. Interesting things turn up on my desk—none more so than this missive from The Fixer—my girl of little emotion, strict business principles and decorum in situations all. I tell her I don’t know about running such a… Continue reading Not Exactly What I Had In Mind…