The Dolly Mama Diaries
I can replay a conversation, reconsider a decision, and examine something from seventeen different angles. By angle eighteen, I’m tired, confused, and no closer to an answer. Maybe we don’t need a ...
Relaxing Shouldn’t Be This Much Work
Why is relaxing without guilt so much work? Before I can read a book or pick up a paintbrush, Judge Joey demands evidence that I’ve earned it. Apparently, happiness needs a permission slip.
I’ve been called stubborn since birth. Sometimes that leads to a shaved head and a pink bow. Other times, it leads to the Dolly Mamas.
I almost deleted an email — and almost deleted myself. A funny, honest story about aging, Curious Mondo, and the three words that stopped me cold: "She kept her voice."
The Funny Side of Getting Older: A Dolly Mama Story
My filter isn't broken — it's clogged. A story about inherited humor, a stolen parking spot at Bloomingdale's, and why saying exactly what you think might just be the best perk of getting older.