The Dolly Mama Diaries
The Older I Get, the Less Patience I Have.
I used to think getting older meant becoming wiser, calmer, more patient. Apparently, I missed that chapter. Here's what age actually taught me — and why I'm skipping the prayer for strength.
Turns Out My Dolly Mama Was Right
I drew this Dolly Mama over twenty years ago. Back then I thought she was funny because… well… I was forty-one. Forty-one-year-old me didn't actually have wrinkles. Turns out she wasn't making a jo...
It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time
I have reinvented myself and my business so many times, I should probably come with software updates. And now, at 62, I've decided it's an excellent time to rebuild the Dolly Mamas... again. Becaus...
The Older I Get, the Less Patience I Have.
I used to think getting older meant becoming wiser, calmer, more patient. Apparently, I missed that chapter. Here's what age actually taught me — and why I'm skipping the prayer for strength.
Turns Out My Dolly Mama Was Right
I drew this Dolly Mama over twenty years ago. Back then I thought she was funny because… well… I was forty-one. Forty-one-year-old me didn't actually have wrinkles. Turns out she wasn't making a jo...
It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time
I have reinvented myself and my business so many times, I should probably come with software updates. And now, at 62, I've decided it's an excellent time to rebuild the Dolly Mamas... again. Becaus...
When Your Craft Room Takes Over the House
Ever wonder where all your craft supplies came from? This funny Dolly Mama story is for every crafter who has ever bought more ribbon, fabric, yarn, paper or crochet hooks than they'll ever admit.
The Three Letters That Made Me Panic
My brother texted me "Mom has, IMO…" and I did what any responsible sixty-something would do. I panicked. Then looked it up. According to Dr. Google, IMO stands for Intestinal Methanogen Overgrowth...
My Ego Thinks I'm Amazing. My Anxiety Would Like a Word.
I can convince myself I should be running the country — and five minutes later, I apologize to a self-checkout machine. Nobody has it all together. They're just better at hiding the junk drawer.
The Unexpected Gift of Getting Older: You Simply Stop Giving a Duck
There comes a point in life when something magical happens. You wake up one morning, notice a new chin hair, a mysterious ache in your left hip… and instead of having a complete emotional breakdown...