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…
Valentine Evolution…
When the love of your life drops dead, Valentine's Day looks different. Its evolution is a bit like grief. At first, it's sad. Then angry. Then sad. Then depressed. Then sad. Then accepting. Then, eventually, meh. It's Valentine's Day. The three a.m. wake up and worry about the world last eve ended up reflective. Women… Continue reading Valentine Evolution…
Thoughts From Home…
Driving home from the office last week, "My perfect life has materialized!" The thought of two kittens and me snuggled up on the couch, laptop at the ready, Netflix sharing all its wares, made me giddy. That was last week. Much as I think of myself as a, "No thank you, I'd rather stay in,"… Continue reading Thoughts From Home…
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…
Updated Bodice Rippers…
The latest thing on the desk of The Duchess? Romance. As in writing. A request comes and since nary a project can I pass up, the challenge is on. The mind races to the bodice rippers of high school. There are the cruel, arrogant pirates who become putty in the hands of a good woman,… Continue reading Updated Bodice Rippers…
You Knew It Would Be Funny…
You knew the day would come and it would be hilarious, did you not? I meet an opposite sex person for coffee. And it's not business. How did it go? The baby toe that went in came right back out; as if stung by jellyfish. What I did walk away with? Advice for the gentlemen.… Continue reading You Knew It Would Be Funny…
And I Am Envious…
Adjustment is the only constant in the world of widowhood. It's not just figuring out car maintenance, garbage hauling and tree trimming. It's also the good. The good is the stuff of bittersweet memories and jealousy so deep and green that if cut, I would gush emerald. Last weekend brought it home again. Two steps… Continue reading And I Am Envious…
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…
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