It was Christmas 2015, before all the craziness of the sales season began. As a gift for the holidays; I was given an all expense ,and exclusive getaway to Asheville, North Carolina. Of course, a V.I.P. tour of Biltmore Estate was thrown in for pomp & circumstance. All the things a southern weekend getaway should curtail.

As I drove along Interstate 26 the storybook scenery put on its winter show. That morning sun was blazingly blissful to me, as his warmth soothed the side of my face like a blanket. Suddenly, my ears popped awakening me to the rise in elevation. A smile of relief waltzed across my face ever so subtly, because I knew the cabin was closer than I anticipated. In addition to that, there was a warm, strong, and much anticipated embrace…I couldn’t wait to get to! I felt like a young child on Christmas day: that had just unwrapped the gift of all gifts, to say the least!

My first night at the cabin was nothing short of…totally spectacular! We all watched; with wondrous surrealism; as the sun set himself slowly into the Smookies and Blue Ridges. He set himself like a lover; laying his head into the bosom: of the woman he loved and endeared! In the interim the skies above for miles, changed colors from orange, yellow, blue, and streaks of red. I could have sworn those skies looked like rolls of cotton candy— yet this place was no carnival.

While Mr. Sun secured himself into those peaks; the flickering lights from the hundreds of porch firepits; lit up the mountain sides from all around us! Suddenly, the shy moonlight gave us the kiss of her tease. Would she come out fully tonight, or not? The stars twinkle and sparkle must have made Ms. Moon awful jealous, because come out for that night she did! Her shine was so bright that we, literally, could see Pluto from the upper deck of the cabin. By this time the stars were not going to be out done. Their gorgeous twinkle were a gazillion applauses. We were like young co-ed’s on Spring Break. The view was beyond majestic…it was absolute magic…in the air around us!

In that night air thousands of city slickers began to frolic about the porches with one carafe, after the other, of red wine or flute filled glasses of champagne. Ashville had her way with us: up in them there hills. We could have cared less! The worlds we left were miles away, and we all had one another. Life just didn’t feel as if it got any better. We were out on the porch until the Amber’s of the firepit turned from yellow to red…and then out.









Mother Nature was determined to catch us off our guard: during the second arctic blast of 2014. But we were determined to make the absolute best of a bad situation. Her icy daggers would not lay claim to us…not a freakin chance in the world! Instead—we struck up the grill; and pulled out the libations; and forgot about it!

In all that, unprecedented, cold weather and snow we turned the odds to our favor! We turned a need for survival situation: into a couples retreat, and adventure. Remember always…that adventure is also a state of mind.

Because as we sat by the candlelight we marveled at the ice and snow. The conversation became less lighthearted and more serious. It was during those moments; we laid the plans for our next adventure; should we survive the Arctic Blast. Needless to say…we survived. One month later we were off to the Westin Resort: in between Savannah Georgia. What a wonderful adventure it was! The memories are still with me: to this very day



“The sweetness of doing nothing!” The Italians know this as two things—Dolce Vita and Dolce Fan Niente. Con Il Gesto, of course! (meaning with the hand gestures).

Both represent a type of love of life; living and experiencing life; with a more enthused and bold intrepidness!

A woman, of the world, knows that she can’t cruise the “Pacific Coast Highway”; dine at “Dukes’s” for lunch; while stopping to shop at the world famous, “Diana’s Swimwear”, without journeying on to “La Brissa’s” for swanky libations, and five star entrees…to dance on her tongue. She knows…along with that amazing dining experience…there will be a spectacular sunset! A woman of the world hasn’t lived; until she has witnessed Laguna Beach sunsets…up close and person!

I, took this fabulous picture after we all finished dining at La Brissa’s! It turned out to be quite the moment for me. Since I were a little girl, on my Father’s knee, I felt that this world class babe had seen as much of the world, as I possily could. The sunset at Laguna changed my world view that day…actually it rocked it! It was truly a sobering and special moment for me. Surreal or not…of course…I felt I deserved it. I believe our entire entourage felt just as breathless.

LITTLE GIRLS… “Y’ALL AIN’T BEEN COURTED- Until You Have Been Courted By A Cupcaking Marine….

“IF MUSIC BE THE SONG OF LOVE…PLAY ON!” ( William Shakespeare)


Ladies… you are never too old or yoo. You cannot date in this era with delusional feelings AND expectations. That makes dating more of a task…than an adventure. Most, gentlemen do not care about the —over saturated dating pool— they love funny up front: and of course, continual teasing of his cognitive and philosophical ideologies. Now…not all men are as confident and brazen, as this Marine. However, they need to feel that sting, and soft kit glove ever so often. If you are dating…never forget…that you attract what you put out! Marine or no Marine stay above that bell curve in dialogue and conversation! Again, remember that the next adventure…is just over the horizon. I suggest you taunt and tackle fate and destiny.


Just when I thought I had seen, heard, and watched it all— here comes the first “cupcaking” Marine I have ever witnessed…in my lifetime! This one had those few drop kisses and slate blue eyes that looked as if they were straight out of a Joan Collins novel. Damn….

This boy was so funny and clever. He was mentally and tenaciously airborne before we were able to order our cocktails. Please…let me state for the record…the LZ (Landing Zone) was piping hot!

Oh…he was smooth, charismatic, charming, and engaging. He had every woman, within earshot, drueling…literally! I tried to play coy, and keep my real opinions and emotions Tight to the Vest. That darn Marine looked over at me with a pair of snake-eyes and gave me a little wink. He leaned forward slightly, and spoke all of his mind. He said, in a very, commanding voice— riddled with that southern thrill, and deference….”sugar don’t worry I promise I am not here to bust your bustle.” His smile lit up our entire section. My response was swift and smooth…afterall…that’s what a real Marine and Navy Seal would expect. I leaned in real close…winked…and through my head back. I said boy….you need not worry, because this bustle is made of leather and steel! Oh my God…what did I say that for? He began laughing most spiritedly. Just plain elated.

Well, long story short, Mr. MARINE jumped up March himself over to my side; slowly picked up my hand; kissed with a slight squeeze; did an about face and sat himself back down. Laughing like crazy he said…”Dammit girl I was expecting a low caliber bullet you in here throwing hand grenades!” All the while he was shaking his head chuckling. I simply winked again, and warned him to mind himself, because I had a little napalm just waiting! “Oh…the Army girl came prepared for battle tonight didn’t she?” I had to take a quick drink of “sister big drawers”….my Rusty Nail. I needed some backup courage.

Long story short, he ended up being a great guy, and firecracker! He wanted more, but I couldn’t relocate to South Carolina. Our hearts were broken

…not shattered. We still keep in touch here and there. Which is a good thing

That said…you see ladies it is time to re-engage yourselves to the dating scene. Afterall, your next adventure is sitting there waiting on you…just over the HORIZON!😉😋