"Under a rock. Where I find all my men." And Ms. Morgan is back. Bravocon squirreled her away until Sunday afternoon. It's our beloved Sonja with LuAnn, Kelly Bensimon--yes, the return of cray-cray, Dorinda, and Kristin Taekman--remember her? She had a nail polish line and a husband on Ashley Madison. Strange choice but okay. It's… Continue reading She’s Everything You Hoped…
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There’s More…
Of course, there's more. It's Bravocon. First, a tip. If you are ever forced to park at The Linq, be advised there are three parking garages labeled self-parking. There are no labels one through three, which one might presume with multiple garages. Tuck that nugget away in your Vegas notes. You don't want to be… Continue reading There’s More…
Pure Gossip…
Bravocon is a three-day gossip fest. In the best way possible. It's not the malicious kind--unless you count Teddi Mellencamp having to wear an entry bracelet or her garnering more boos than anyone in Bravo history. People hate this girl. All for being a third-stage clinger? Best guess. It's the safe kind of gossip. They're… Continue reading Pure Gossip…
Hello Danny…
While in Vegas, taking in as many sites as possible is always best; Adele if you recently robbed a bank, The Beatles' Love for your soul, and Danny Pellegrino any chance you can get. Not in the know my doll? It's a Housewives thing, as in the Real ones. Those of us who disengage our… Continue reading Hello Danny…
Carrie Bradshaw Stole My Gig…
Yeah, Carrie, we watched. Girlfriend, you stole my gig. I'm the doll that writes scathing, snarky comedy about widowhood. I'm the girl that carries grief in her pen and starting over in her notebook. Don't think we didn't notice you and pals drinking dirty martinis, two olives instead of your signature Cosmos. For shame. You… Continue reading Carrie Bradshaw Stole My Gig…
Let’s Talk Makeup…
A makeup conversation. The kind you put on your face not the kind after a breakup. She: "You want to create a natural look, a look like you're not wearing any makeup at all." Me: "Why?" She: "What do you mean why?" Me: "If my natural face was so lovely, why would I wear any… Continue reading Let’s Talk Makeup…
Can I Get Some Help Here?…
Living in the moment is not my bag. Inner peace eludes me. The Universe does not move magically at my whim. Meditation drives me batty. What's a girl to do? I've tried contacting my inner shaman. I don't have one. I am at one with no one. But I do think some solace for the… Continue reading Can I Get Some Help Here?…
A Regular at the Country Dive Bar?…
"I can walk around Kierland free as a bird." Middle Chicken and I are playing a game called, Guess what I can do now that the mask mandate has been lifted. The Kierland part is important as it's home to Anthropologie. Anthropologie is that wonderland for women of a certain age-all our favorite stuff is… Continue reading A Regular at the Country Dive Bar?…
Croaking In A Bloody Basin…
Writers live mostly in their heads. It's both blessing and curse. It means we can entertain ourselves anywhere and any time but there's also a dark side. Like that little girl Longfellow wrote about, "When she was good, she was very good indeed. But when she was bad, she was horrid." That's the mind of… Continue reading Croaking In A Bloody Basin…
Married Furniture…
"I finally got rid of my married furniture," says a friend. She's been divorced for about ten years. It takes that long. I know exactly what she means. Living with the remnants. No matter how beautiful, expensive or tasteful, furnishings contain memories. In her case of a bad boy husband. In my case, a dead… Continue reading Married Furniture…
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