Wild Women

all the women I know and don’t know that I think deserve champagne & fireworks

Rotten Older Sister Confessions: A Tribute To Kiley For Her Birthday

As my sister’s birthday approached, I knew I had to write a blog tribute. I’ve exposed the rest of my family on their birthdays with tributes that (as my mother will attest), leave them holding their breath until the end. What long buried family secret will I reveal? Oh god, please don’t let it be [...]

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Hey Buffer, It’s Your Birthday!

When I looked in my aunt’s closet and realized she didn’t have any scratchy crinoline dresses, I decided that I shouldn’t have to own any either.  She had short hair, and it seemed only fair that I should too. After all, she was the coolest person I knew. “I want to cut my hair like [...]

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A Tribute to Nan

I posted this tribute in November of last year, when my grandmother died. Her birthday was December 9th, and it seemed only fitting that I run this post again to honour her great, glowing spirit. She loved Christmas, and this season and golden memories of her will never be separate in my mind. Thanks Nan for [...]

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“So, how do y’all know each other?”

It didn’t occur to me that our story was perhaps a strange and startling one. Did we really all meet online? And after only a few short months of knowing each other, we thought we should travel to Nashville for the weekend? Together?  We immediately sounded like a reality TV show full of guaranteed fireworks, [...]

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Jann Arden Attacks the Architecture of the Human Heart

I like things that are reliable, like the threadbare comfort of my Sevens jeans, Starbucks skim lattes and a dog’s love. Meryl Streep movies come with an unspoken guarantee too—it’s gonna be gripping and as raw as ceviche. And when Jann Arden releases a new CD, I expect it’s going to be high-wattage. The lyrics [...]

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Driving Miss Daisy

The rain was falling so hard from the miserable sky that it jumped an inch backwards off every surface. I had just dropped the dogs off at their daycare and turned on to Marshall to head to the spa where I work. The rain pelted the soft top of my Sidekick at such a volume [...]

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Mom’s The Word

My mother had only one expectation of us: that we make ourselves interesting. “Only boring people get bored,” was her motto that stuck to me like a hotel shower curtain. Of course, there were other words of sage advice, but the stand-out messages were: “How would you like it if a big giant did that [...]

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A Tribute to Nan

November 19, 2008 ‘’I don’t know anyone whose grandparents are divorced, that’s just weird.’’ ‘’What about yours?’’ Kelly asked, always one bright step ahead of me. Funny, I never thought of my grandmother of ever being married, let alone being divorced. When my dad was two, she divorced Angelo and cut the Torti family tree [...]

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Crazy for SHeDAISY

Once upon a time, I thought country music was what they played to lab mice to see if they would eat each other due to the anxiety and aggression the music caused. Close friends often tried to put me in a country music coma with the likes of Terri Clark, Vince Gill and other cowboy-hatted [...]

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