We hear it started in The OC. In our abode it's happening because Middle Chicken married Lawyer Boy, who's half Jewish and Baby Chicken's Southern Boy is much more Jewish. In our Catholic household, we couldn't care less what you are as long as there's wine. Fortunately, both Christmas and Hannukah involve fermented grapes. Although… Continue reading Chrismukkah It is…
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Becoming A Dude…
I'm becoming a dude. I have a cold. I may be dying. It really is just sniffles, sore throat and aches. Standard cold stuff. My brain signals death is eminent. And then it hits me. In my old age, I'm becoming a dude. You might be too. Think about it. Ten, not to mention twenty,… Continue reading Becoming A Dude…
My Little Cub…
"What song do you want to dance to?" asks Oldest Chicken. He's referring to the mother-son tradition. His wedding is little more than a week away. We spend hours on the hunt. Feeling quite Goldilocks-ish. This one is too hard. This one is too soft. Seems finding the one that's "just right" should strike me… Continue reading My Little Cub…
Everything Old Is New…And Cute
A delicious white fur stole with rhinestone brooch will grace my shoulders next month at the wedding of Oldest Chicken. No, it's not real fur; I'm not a barbarian. Pfft. It's a throwback to the glamour days when ladies made an entrance, sipped champagne from coupes and added stems to their cigarettes. Aside from the… Continue reading Everything Old Is New…And Cute
Dog Day Reading…
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…
It’s Fairytale Time…
Middle Chicken gets married in two weeks. I'm thankful Lawyer Boy is her perfect match. I'm thankful he possesses the unique ability to calm her. She can get a little frantic. Not sure what he says to her, but it works--and that works for me. I'm thankful for all the parent checkoffs: He's got a… Continue reading It’s Fairytale Time…
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…
Cancer Girls Unite…
There's a new cancer girl in town. Well, she's in Vegas, close enough. Regardless of where she is, you want this badass chick on your "Help Me Get Through This" team. I stumble upon Elly Brown as Sunday morning political show frustration reaches a peak and yelling at the TV is scaring the cats. The… Continue reading Cancer Girls Unite…
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…
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