Unless you reside under a rock or in a prairie state, you know it's fashion week. Most of the year I give up on New Yorkers' insufferable belief that they are the center of the universe. Their conviction of superiority looking down on the world from 150 square feet of rat infested squalor up three… Continue reading Fantasy Fashion and Football
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Merry, Merry Menopause
One of the blessings of my first year of widowhood is that I, evidently, was also going through menopause. Who knew? Seems some symptoms are the same. Crying, bitchiness, night sweats, emotional upheaval and fits of hissy unlike any thrown previously. I am rather thankful as I chat with my girlfriends that I am not… Continue reading Merry, Merry Menopause
Boys Need Lessons…
It's been asked forever; perhaps since the dawn of mankind. "My God, what do you want?" Don't pretend you've never heard it girlfriend. And don't dare pretend you haven't changed your answer a few times. It's just us girls here. We know the drill. So what does a woman want? Is there something about everything… Continue reading Boys Need Lessons…
Muse, Muse, Fashion Muse…
This week's musings are fashion-minded. As is the habit of any good fashion tramp, stalking the Fall offerings is akin to lazing by the fire. I was so, so happy to see that the new Amour bag, created for PDC, which should be ready in a couple of weeks, is exactly the same color scheme… Continue reading Muse, Muse, Fashion Muse…
The Ants go Marching…
Some things about death are funny. You can’t imagine it until you’ve been there. Until the funny happens. The bottom line is you can laugh or you can kill yourself. There is no in between. Obviously I choose laugh except every now and then when I think death might be better than dealing with the… Continue reading The Ants go Marching…
Mama Bear
Middle chicken is in law school in DC. For the uninitiated, my children are called chickens. They became chickens many years ago when I turned around to see them following behind me, single file. That day, walking across the grocery store parking lot they became chickens and have remained so ever since. Generally I try… Continue reading Mama Bear
What Do You Tell a Dead Guy?
That I find humor in my grief does not require psychological expertise. It is a coping mechanism of which I am well aware. Lest you cast me as a heartless shrew I share an excerpt from, Flipping Off The Devil, a part that might cast me less smartass and more grieving widow. For those of… Continue reading What Do You Tell a Dead Guy?
It’s Raining Gentlemen…
Grasp your pearls girls. Last night on the Real Housewives, Joe Guidice called his wife a bitch and referred to her as the c-word. Whaaaa? Yup, he went there. I don't allow too much trash into my life but when it comes to the Real Housewives of Anywhere--it's my car wreck. I cannot look away.… Continue reading It’s Raining Gentlemen…
And the Lady has a Cocktail
Turns out I wasn't done with random musings. An important matter rambled up to sit on the front porch of my mind yesterday. While writing new chapters, I went to the fridge and found no wine. Question mark? It's okay, I'll mix a dirty martini, extra dirty, three olives, pimento not bleu cheese. Turns out,… Continue reading And the Lady has a Cocktail
Seriously, We’re Gonna Talk Vibrators…
Most of the time I am a lady. When I am not, it is a private matter. So, aside from my horror at publicly writing the word "vibrator" it is necessary in this context. We talked about navigating through widowhood. One of the things that happens to widows, and I assume widowers, is an unusual… Continue reading Seriously, We’re Gonna Talk Vibrators…
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