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…
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Girlfriends Are Gold…
A birth anniversary showed itself on the calendar of life. Middle Chicken said, "Be at my house at 1. And wear a cute dress." I arrive at the appointed time, wearing a cute dress. I wish I'd gone for the beige pumps with a diagonal strap instead of super cute flats. You'll see why. Knock,… Continue reading Girlfriends Are Gold…
Your Tree Is Tacky…
I am offended. And you should be too. According to those in the know, Christmas trees that do not adhere to a theme are tacky. Look it up. It's all over Instagram and TikTok, and those arbiters of style know everything, right? They include the trees of our childhood sprinkled with tinsel and big-bulbed, multi-colored… Continue reading Your Tree Is Tacky…
Riding A Horse In The Rose Parade…
Generally, the commentary at the beginning of Love Actually buoys this girl during the holiday season. Haven't seen it? We can't be friends. It goes like this: Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live… Continue reading Riding A Horse In The Rose Parade…
Chrismukkah It is…
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…
‘Tis the Season…
'Tis the season for eating like a bear just out of hibernation and adding peppermint to every cocktail. Yay! The clearest indicator of the holidays' arrival is this girl's borderline obesity and rehab-ready alcohol consumption. The halls are only partially decked. Only two gifts are purchased and I'd rather write about it than actually go… Continue reading ‘Tis the Season…
The Duchess Diaries 