Nancy Berchtold Haobsh, my mother, was quite a character. I am not exaggerating when I say she was the most talkative person I have ever met. At the grocery store, walking down the street, or, hell, even in a locker room–seriously, everywhere!–she was remarkably unself-conscious about conversing with strangers. She had a beautiful mission to …
Facebook has lost a little of its lustre for me, but I still heart it. If you’re a similar addict, check out my new page for Confessions of a Beauty Addict and become a fan! I’ll be adding my book signing event information to the page. (By the way, for Twitterers, Bella is chronicling her …
I should have expected it would happen, but when the melancholy set in–took me over, left me drowning and gasping for comfort–I was stunned. Knocked on my ass. It’s only been a handful of hours since I’ve returned to my real life, and the week between Christmas and New Year is always a ghostly, fleeting …
I’m back in Dallas with family (and fighting the worst cold of my life!) but I wanted to send my love, thanks and appreciation to all of you for your warm wishes, phone calls, comments, emails and general support–not only these past few weeks, but these past few years in general. I am so lucky …
It’s been a couple of days since my mother died, and I’m not dealing with it the way I imagined I would. When, if ever, I vaguely thought of her passing, I sort of assumed I’d be heartbroken, bereft, inconsolable. But, strangely, life goes on. I miss her like mad, of course, but I’ll forget …
