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…
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The Labyrinth of Love…
When you have a client experienced in all things mind, body, spirit, you listen when she makes suggestions based on acupuncture needles in your feet and pulse examination. She, after all, studied with the Dalai Lama's doctor and has well-being hookups to his monks. "You need a trip to the labyrinth," says she after studying… Continue reading The Labyrinth of Love…
Indulge A Widow…
I see the sign. My heart threatens to stop. Laetitia Pinot Noir Next Right. The scripted "L" is the one from the logo. I'm driving the California coast, crying child in the car. Okay, she's a young adult, but she's my child. Middle Chicken needs an apartment for a new job. We've spent two days… Continue reading Indulge A Widow…
The Year of the Dowager Countess…
Praise Sweet Baby Jesus' birthday the holiday season is over. Let us rejoice and be glad. If I drink one more cocktail, eat one more sweet or attend one more party until the wee hours, my brain will leak out my ear in a slow drizzle alerting me, "Enough already bitch." I'd love to say… Continue reading The Year of the Dowager Countess…
Go Away Karma…You’re Drunk
My next adventure is a new apartment, condo or town home. I want to pay less in rent. My landlord wants to raise the rent. Seems we are at an impasse: I have an under inflated sense of the value of my rental home and she has an over inflated sense of its value. She,… Continue reading Go Away Karma…You’re Drunk
Biscuits, Gravy and Bama Can Save Your Life…
A little teeny part of my heart opened a smidge this weekend thanks to a group of young people, the hospitality of the South and some damm fine biscuits and gravy. Widows are skittish. The world is frightening. People are scary in ways they never were before. There is no bigger hit to confidence. The… Continue reading Biscuits, Gravy and Bama Can Save Your Life…
The Mazel Goes to Snickers
And the YaYas gather to Break Fast for Yom Kippur last week. The YaYas, as you know, are about the best girls on planet earth. We always have each other's backs; especially when we fall down drunk. YaYas are of varied faiths. Some Catholic, some Lutheran, one or two I'm not sure what and Bean… Continue reading The Mazel Goes to Snickers
A Dream is a Wish on Your Vision Board…
Recent conversation with one of the adopted chickens features exploration of vision boards. Most of the time I can get Baby Chicken to play along with various "Secret" strategies for life. Very rarely does the ever-dubious Middle Chicken play and Oldest Chicken shakes his head, turns on the ball game and pretends he's not related… Continue reading A Dream is a Wish on Your Vision Board…
Naked at Your Class Reunion…
This week, I dreamt I am naked at my high school reunion. Many things are humorous about this aside from the nakedness, which is laughable in itself, what with people running away, laughing and shielding their eyes. The really funny part is the high school thing. I rarely, if ever, think of high school. Being… Continue reading Naked at Your Class Reunion…
Sleeveless Denim is a No-No
Friday night finds us sad that Middle Chicken is headed back to DC. She has to go--law school, a fall internship and endless twenty-something hijinks await. The quorum of Sisterella, Middle Chicken and Baby Pea decide appetizers and cocktails at a fancy spot might be fun. And the crazy ensues... First stop is a Scottsdale… Continue reading Sleeveless Denim is a No-No
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