The last time I got ditched for a guy I was twenty years old. It was at a frat house with a sorority sister who needed alone time with her hunk of the week. I thought, really? Just leave me here? I know some chicks go batshit at this behavior. Kind of a reverse bros… Continue reading When in Doubt, Become Southern
Tag: Humor
Meet Jackson Hole Carthy…
Adding new girlfriends to the mix is a hobby. Since I no longer have to rush home from work to cook for anyone or pick up socks, I can do pretty much whatever I please. On some days it seems I’ve been let out of the zoo for a free day. And I behave like… Continue reading Meet Jackson Hole Carthy…
A Wing and A Prayer…
I know. I've been on sabbatical from my cyberspace girlfriends. Profuse apologies. I had to finish the book. I know. Squee. It's done and off to the agent on a wing and a prayer. And hopes for a speedy publisher. And perhaps a hefty advance. And a lifetime of writing, European travel, dresses, pearls, girlfriends… Continue reading A Wing and A Prayer…
The Search is On…
According to The Secret when one is in need of a particular something, all they need do is make a request to the Universe. Although many a day is spent cross legged on the floor, humming some nonsense to quiet the mind and open up for all the good the Universe has to offer, I'm… Continue reading The Search is On…
A Kiss is Never Just a Kiss…
The Phoenix Open is known across the land as a superior party. It has another name now. Depending on the revolving door of sponsors, this golf tournament changes names more often than sorority sisters squeal. If you've lived here long enough, its just The Open. Those of us who call Scottsdale home recognize it's a… Continue reading A Kiss is Never Just a Kiss…
No Secret is Safe…
The Norwegian kept me in line in many ways; over sharing amongst them. He outlined frequently what is and is not necessary to share with the class; often scolding me like a toddler just learning to speak. He wondered aloud, and often, at my inability to tuck anything away as secret. I was admonished more… Continue reading No Secret is Safe…
Where’s My Ghost?
When someone loses a spouse--one they like--invariably the subject of an afterlife sprouts. It's natural. It's difficult to think of loved ones, worms crawling in and out their noses for all time, am I right? Thoughts like, where are they now? Do they watch us? Are they with us? We yearn for some sort of… Continue reading Where’s My Ghost?
Shout Out to the Girlfriends…
I had a lazy writing day last week--never showered, never fixed myself up. Just wrote all day. For me that's a good day. For anyone around me, not so much. My two female chickens were at the ready. They watched movies, ate candy and incessantly chatted. And then they watched a little series called Girls.… Continue reading Shout Out to the Girlfriends…
Becoming A Businesswoman….
As we know, I spent the majority of my years raising a husband and children. No offense to my mother-in-law, but it took almost as many years to raise the husband into something I could live with as it did the kids. As you also know, the job that paid, past tense, the bills was… Continue reading Becoming A Businesswoman….
Deck the Halls With Girlfriends…
A friend is famous throughout the land for her Ugly Ornament Party. So festive is this party that even The Norwegian enjoyed it. On first go round, about ten years ago, I approached tentatively with an ornament I considered just a bit tacky so as not to hurt the feelings of other partygoers who may… Continue reading Deck the Halls With Girlfriends…
The Duchess Diaries 