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A Funny Thing Happened on The Way to Phoenix
I got pneumonia.
I had been trying to shake a fever for days thinking with enough pills and a heaping dose of denial
I would be fine by the time I landed in the Valley of the Sun. Not so much. With aches, chills, a
painful cough and a temp peaking around 104, it’s a wonder I survived the flight at all. The good
news is that my parents live in Arizona half the year and my mom has an arsenal of doctors on
hand. Within two hours I had seen the doctor, had a chest x-ray, was diagnosed and stocked
with half a dozen medications. Amazing. That just doesn’t happen here in DC. So although my
trip to Arizona felt more like a hospice visit, I’m thankful that I was in a place where the word
“healthcare” is still a literal term and there is a bright side to everything – even pneumonia.
My posts – like my breathing – may be a bit patchy while I recover.
I’ll be sure to deliver some fabulous photos of AZ when I’m back on my feet.
Tricia xo
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Lighten Up
I had a few inches chopped from my mane this week. My hair usually reaches the middle of
my back, so now that it’s skimming my collarbone, I feel lighter, brighter, better. I’ve embraced all
things cumbersome the last several years – heavy fabrics, chunky jewelry, pattern on pattern – and I
think I’ve had enough. I’m ready to streamline and elevate my fashions, my interiors, my entire sense
of style. The layering, the eccentric colors; I’ve loved it all. But it may be time to move on … for now.
Tricia xo
row one: Mathias Dahlgren, Aerin Lauder, Hotel Claude Passart, Plaza Tower Atlanta
row two: Loop Candelabra, Katie Leede & Company, Chris Benz resort 2011, Sills Huniford
row three: Lady Grey, Loewe Fall 2010, Nestor Santa-Cruz, Koton Fall 2010
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A Love Letter to my Mother
As we all know, Mothers’ Day is Sunday. An important day despite those who chalk it
up to a Hallmark fabrication. What could be more valuable than honoring the woman
who brought you into the world? For me, that woman is Bonnie Dickinson Huntley.
AKA, Bonnie Lou. In terms of mother-daughter similarities, there aren’t many. She is
a petite five feet tall, has dark hair, blue eyes and a sweet, effervescent demeanor. Me,
not so much. I’m 5’-7”, fair, brown-eyed, feisty and ambitious. She would tell you that
comes from my father (and she’d be right). But because of our differences, I think we have
a more dynamic perspective of each other than if we were alike. As we grow older, that view
grows more lucid as does our appreciation (well, mine certainly), for each other. I was just
with my parents in Arizona for the Easter holiday, and I can sum up my visit in one word:
entertaining. My parents’ interactions and idiosyncrasies had me in stitches. So much so
that I started taking notes. Which got me to thinking. Our visits are fewer and our time
together is diminishing … I should be “taking notes” more often. But more importantly, I
should let my parents know how much I love them and value them – despite our differences.
– Twelve Things I Love About My Mother –
1. Her name suits her to a “T”.
2. She has no idea how beautiful she is.
3. She has retained a sense of innocence and sweetness despite inconceivable losses.
4. She worked full-time to put my father through college while having twin infant sons at home.
5. She somehow survived the insanity of raising three wild boys and one high-strung daughter.
6. When faced with a snarky checkout clerk at the local grocer, my mother will make the effort
to cheer her up and turn her mood around rather than returning the hostility in kind. Of course
the people behind her in line would prefer a little more indifference and a lot less kumbaya.
7. Despite being a devout Christian, she posts notes like the one below on her fridge.
8. She found our relatives in Norway. But not on the internet. She flew to Trondheim, researched historical
records in a half dozen libraries, took a ferry to the island of Averoy and then knocked on doors until she
happened upon a local teacher/historian who knew my mother’s relatives. So excited and charmed by her
efforts, the man drove my parents to the home of our second cousins and introduced my mother to her extended
Norwegian family. Our cousins have since visited us in the U.S. and many of us are connected on Facebook.
9. She loves everyone and everyone loves her.
10. She doesn’t swear, thought Pat Boone was cool and couldn’t care less about fashion.
Our DNA connection is definitely questionable sometimes.
11. She has always stood by me – even when I made decisions that were hard to accept or painful to watch.
12. Being her only child without a child of her own, my mother asks about Nina whenever she calls
me, refers to her as her “grandpup” and always mentions her in the annual Christmas card.
Thanks Mom. Happy Mothers’ Day!
Daughter xo
Bonnie Lou’s first mothers’ day
with her daughter (me!).