Our favorite car dealer, Alvin Heggs, is at it again. What did he do for the community now? Well, since I can't help but connect those I know with those I know, I introduced Big Al to HEAL (Happily Ever After League) last year just before the annual tea. This year, HEAL got a grant… Continue reading Charity Is Alive and Well…
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Mascara Slut…
Few things make the heart race more than mascara. Drenched in gobs of black, eyelashes provide inner strength and resilience. I write about makeup and The Dolls are effusive with commentary. And, yes, unlike my stuffed bra, they're real. So imagine my surprise when trolling buzzfeed I spy Too Faced Cosmetics article, "13 Things Anyone… Continue reading Mascara Slut…
Water Emergency…Call Someone
Friday morning I stumble into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Every day, the same. Bathroom stumble, turn on the Keurig, kiss the kittens, climb in the shower. Ten minutes later, actually wake up. I count on a shower to shock me into the day, catapult me to success, wash away yesterday's disappointments and… Continue reading Water Emergency…Call Someone
Just A Dime Size…
Is anyone else irritated with a "dime size?" Mostly in moisturizers, foundations and stuff you put on your face. The directions say, "Spread a dime size amount evenly across your face." Either I have a face the size of Texas or dime size is a marketing gimmick. Pfft. No one loves makeup more than me.… Continue reading Just A Dime Size…
Thirty-Three Years…
The Norwegian and I would have been married 33 years yesterday. That is if he hadn't dropped dead on a sunny day in the woods. Five years later, I remain neither single nor married; stuck in an undefined relationship status. Grief entered our marriage that day becoming an unwelcome companion, the uninvited guest who doesn't… Continue reading Thirty-Three Years…
Into The Woods…Pfft
"What is it you've got against camping?" questions a new reader. Of all the things listed in the "about" section, loathing camping is the last for which I expect blowback. But you do you and I'll do me. Just know we'll never run into each other in the woods. In an old photo I find… Continue reading Into The Woods…Pfft
From Italy…With Love
No, not that kind of love. This Valentine's Day offering doesn't come with hearts and flowers. It comes from Italy--manufactured right alongside the Fiats. Ooooh, I know right? It's the new Jeep Renegade. And Big Al's got one for your sweetie. It's been labeled the "Most capable small SUV ever." Well, that's a tall order,… Continue reading From Italy…With Love
Slumping…
Cancer Lesson 4,387: When they tell you resistance will be low, they're not lying. Pfft. For the second time this "cold and flu" season, I was sick. Betrayed by my body and felled to my bed. The last round left me in a small slump. This go round found me not only feeling bad but… Continue reading Slumping…
It’s That Time of Year…heart emoji
It's that time of year...romance time. Reminders that Valentines Day is twelve days away leave one struck by the notion of romance. The Norwegian was the romantic in our house. Flowers every Friday, rented restaurant to propose, notes, cards. Me? I'm here aren't I? Not that bad, but not that good either. I turn to… Continue reading It’s That Time of Year…heart emoji
It’s Awards Season…
It's awards season, that time each year when the uneducated and overpaid pay tribute to themselves every Sunday night for two months. Oh, and make political speeches that make sense only to those who make millions, wear borrowed jewels and gowns and employ people to fawn. Shoes and dresses--the only reason to watch. Until last… Continue reading It’s Awards Season…
The Duchess Diaries 