What to read in the dog days of August when you're scantily clad, reclining on a chaise, hand brushed across your forehead cursing the rise in humidity? After all, you can't go out in the monsoon--what of your hair? The answer is both simple and delicious! It's the beautiful love letter contained in, The Light… Continue reading Dog Day Reading…
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Five Year Plan…
In a job interview. "Where do you see yourself in five years?" What flashes through my head: On the beach in St. Barths, thin enough to be wearing a bathing suit with the wispiest of coverups, Pina Colada at the ready, flanked by a blue-eyed semi-stranger. What comes out my mouth: A spiel about love… Continue reading Five Year Plan…
Time For A Beach Read…
Isn't it time for a beach read? I know--there was no book last month. I could say I didn't read. Truth is, I struggled for five weeks to get through that plodding mess about a wedding. A writer with a heart, I won't go after the book. Just advice on the side: if you must… Continue reading Time For A Beach Read…
Buy A Boat Boys…
This week in history marks fifteen years since The Notebook was released in theaters, documenting the moment Noah ruined love for all men. Not because they had to watch the movie but because they could never, ever measure up. Need proof? Boys, answer the following: Have you built a house with your bare hands, just… Continue reading Buy A Boat Boys…
It’s All About The Writing Dolls…
So, it's back. Our favorite high brow not-so-secret pleasure. Big Little Lies, that is. The juicy, gasp inducing, chicks rock story revolving around five girls. Which of the Monterey Five are you? We're all accounted for in their various personalities, non? Are you Celeste Wright, Nicole Kidman's perfect on the outside, kinky on the inside,… Continue reading It’s All About The Writing Dolls…
She Just Keeps On Giving…
"Basically, my radiation ate your thyroid." It's the radiation oncologist. "Actually, it usually happens before now." Cancer...she just keeps on giving. Do I cheer mine lasted longer under the radiative onslaught that devours female thyroids? Can we get a hip-hip? Actually, I'm happy with the news. As all the cancer girls know, when something is… Continue reading She Just Keeps On Giving…
What’s On Your Anti-Bucket?…
Oldest Chicken does something out of bounds each year on or near the anniversary of The Norwegian's death. Perhaps he thinks if he drives himself to the brink he'll be closer to his beloved father--who knows. What I do know is we have an agreement--tell me after. I've heard about being at the top of… Continue reading What’s On Your Anti-Bucket?…
What’s In Your Bag?…
Lunch with the ladies. "Does anyone have a tissue?" Handbag rooting ensues. Yes, indeed, there is a tissue. Few minutes later. "Does someone have an Advil?" Bag rooting ensues. Of course, there's an Advil. Third times a charm. "Does anyone have a safety pin?" Laughter, along with rooting, and safety pin for an errant bra… Continue reading What’s In Your Bag?…
Coaching? You’re On Your Own…
Something about my face must say, "Give me advice. Whenever you feel like it. About any subject." I don't generally think I give off a helpless vibe but I get everything from how to change a tire (like I would ever) to setting a table (girl, please). Giving advice? Can you say superpower? Generally about… Continue reading Coaching? You’re On Your Own…
Do It In A Day Book Club…
I read this book in a day. Do we need to say more about this month's Duchess Dolls Book Club offering? No kidding, The plan was to sit for a few minutes with a cup of coffee. By sundown I had left the chair only to use the rest room--to freshen my lipstick of course.… Continue reading Do It In A Day Book Club…
The Duchess Diaries 