The First Fiasco

Its that time again, isn’t it? Time for that blasted holiday in which we pretend we are grateful for all the stuff we take for granted the rest of the year. Lord, what I wouldn’t give to get out of this annual fiasco. You would think being 143 would give me some leverage on the […]

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My Thomas Davenport

I’m always a bit wistful at the beginning of March; my Thomas was born in March, right at the cusp of spring. Thomas was a kid in a candy store about his birthday and we would begin planning as soon as February gave up her reluctant, icy hold.  He was only 5 years my senior, […]

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My Rite

Surprise!  I know – Fridays are Supermom’s day but I own the joint so I can kick her to tomorrow if I want.  She seemed a spot relieved as she had some kind of hair emergency to deal with anyway. No, today is my day – the Rites of Dionysus.  Oh, we celebrate them in […]

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Visions of Sugar Plums

Oh, I simply adore Christmas.  I feel just like a child again, jittery with anticipation.  (There are some who say I act a bit like a child too but they are old scrooges and I can’t hear them – la la la la.)  The Chateau is all dressed for Christmas; we Edwardians took a tip […]

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Silly Love Songs

Supermom recently held a bridal shower at Place de Plume.  J. and I were invited to join them in what I originally thought was a sweet gesture of Supermom’s.  The bride turned out to be one of those tenuous connections that somehow obligates you to say stupid things like “sure, I will host your niece’s […]

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Courting Trouble

Do you remember Romeo?  He’s still around, the little dickens, his eagerness is refreshing in a sea of entitlement.  But a little while ago he had scheduled a visit and mentioned he might have a friend in tow.  I thought nothing of it; after all, everyone is invited to Place de Plume – why not […]

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Playing Nice

J. just left.  She is still in a tizzy over some woman that came to visit a few weeks back.  I kind of liked the sound of the fireplug from Bath but J. is ever so protective of her Mr. Rochester.  She does not indulge in the communal feeling as much as I do.  But […]

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Bonding Agents

Weekends are always full of weddings, aren’t they?    I do love a good wedding – mine were among some of the best. My first husband Thomas was the husband I loved the most, and my last husband, Rémy, was my favorite. The middle one, Albert, was miserable little prig and they day we divorced […]

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What’s in a Name?

The Windsor’s newest addition is another George.  Oh, I am ever so fond of the George’s.  A George sat on their throne when I went out in 1913 (or had midnight struck?)  A bit of a prude that one, had no dalliances during his marriage.  Of course, dear old May was kept busy, it seems. […]

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