There is a bread festival in front of Notre Dame in May. A Parisienne bread festival. Why do we live in America? Why, oh why, is there no boulangerie down the street to grab a piping hot stick of deliciousness every morning to accompany coffee as black as my heart? As if the fashions, the… Continue reading The Best of the Baguette…
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The Big C Sorority…
Cancer creates a reluctant sorority. No rush week, no requirements, and no rules of navigation. There is, however, sisterhood, though no one asks to join. There is one similarity. It's for life. "Of course I can come stay with Luna," I tell Baby Chicken. Luna is her and Southern Boy's beloved kitten rescue. She is… Continue reading The Big C Sorority…
What Did You Learn Today?…
Things learned recently. The sock height debate that started in 2024 is playing Whack-A-Mole. Two types of socks: crew and ankle. Millennials believe in ankle socks. They, of the skinny jean generation, have an affinity for full ankle display. Gen Z believes ankle socks are for old people, and crew socks make a fashion statement.… Continue reading What Did You Learn Today?…
Say It Isn’t So…
I joined a gym. It's still sinking in for me, too. The girl averse to exercise has an app to track her fitness. Has Earth fallen from its axis? The reason? I'm old. The realization that rising from the floor takes hands is embarrassing. Criss-cross applesauce is not a friend. Lowering to the bottom shelf… Continue reading Say It Isn’t So…
Protein Confessions…
Some of us remember when Tab and Nacho Cheese Doritos were considered sustenance. And peanut M&M's. The diet saw us through college and into young adulthood. Instead of a push present, The Norwegian brought a case of chilled Tab to the hospital after Oldest Chicken's birth. Eyes filled with tears as the glass was filled… Continue reading Protein Confessions…
Missing…
If I ever go missing, before the search, ask yourself if I went willingly. It's not out of the realm of possibility that one day I reach my limit, pack up the car and the cat, and am sitting on a beach with a margarita. There will be clues. If Skittish Tabby is missing as… Continue reading Missing…
New Year New You…
New year, new you? Why? How about the world resolves to play nicer with us? I'll go first. Lottery in the billions? We know I'm meant for exotic beaches featuring drinks with umbrellas and handsome cabana boys inquiring whether Princess needs to book a massage this afternoon. Laughing out loud while I write this, sitting… Continue reading New Year New You…
Days of Havisham…
The sun is scorching. Our nation is celebrating its birth. It must be Havisham Days. I thought I recognized the melancholy, the unexpected and unexplained tears, the anxiety, and the pall that shadows each year at this time. For the uninitiated, The Norwegian died on a sunny day in the woods over Independence Day weekend.… Continue reading Days of Havisham…
Hidden Opinions? Nope.
As we age, ladies feel less inclined to keep their opinions hidden. Some Dolls never kept them out of the limelight, but those of us with manners tried to keep them boxed in mixed company at least. With age, that goes out the window. We will throw down for the slightest thing. No budging. What… Continue reading Hidden Opinions? Nope.
Stupid Money, Stupid Moves…
With female advancement like this, who needs Title IX? We saw recently that women with stupid money can act as foolishly as men with stupid money, non? While we're all for following your dreams, can we agree we shouldn't follow the examples of billionaires who leave their wives for bimbos and create spacesuits that exploit… Continue reading Stupid Money, Stupid Moves…