Hello!  And welcome to my website.
I'm so sorry I haven't updated lately; it's been so very busy at "Mildred's!"
Ida & Lottie are bustling around, while I happily oversee their efforts. 
I only watch the work - I don't participate.
Being an executive means never having to say you're sorry.....and I'm not one
for greasy chicken, either.
I'm happy that my customers enjoy it,
but I lean more towards champagne & caviar.
I AM a lady - in spite of what Veda says!
Please stop by my blog, and
I'm opening a new shoppe for Do-It-Yourselfers! 
I still have my sweet online Retro store,
and my forum! 
Cheers!
People are talking...!     
The entire Monte Beragon matter created a storm of
controversy!  Gossip was spreading like wildfire all
over town, even patrons coming in for a meal would
ask me about Monte Beragon and Veda....wanting to
know why they were together all the time.  Should I
have seen the signs ~ am I to blame for the tragedy that ensued?  I pray not...in any case, I have Lottie standing
by to shoulder some of the responsibility.  It's part of
her job description, don't you know!

I've been feeling at loose ends lately.  Needing to get centered, I embarked on redecorating my apartment in New York City.  Monte Beragon doesn't know about this apartment ~ neither does Bert Pierce, or Wally Fay.  It's for my "special" friends ~ if you get my drift!

This is my living room.  Bright and cheerful, isn't it?  Do I even need to mention that the sofa folds out into a Queen-size bed?
My dining room.  I have a cook and maid, and they don't say anything if I
use the screen when I have a special friend over.  Luckily, the dining room table has a laminated top.....
My boudoir.  Oh, if those walls could talk....!
I've created a happy, inviting home for my trips to NYC, and of course, all exposed surfaces are covered in PLASTIC, for sanitary reasons and for ease of cleaning.  I like things that can be regularly washed in hot, soapy water!
A word from my sponsor...

I beg of you:  DON'T believe the gossip! 
There's always someone out there, trying to run me (and my mothering skills) down.  First, there was Veda.
She claimed I'd never been anything "but a common frump", and she was so very ashamed of me - her own
Mother!  She had no class - no decency!  The money I made as a waitress paid for her singing and dancing lessons.
Come to think of it, she had a lot in common with Monte Beragon.....he claimed to "hate the smell of grease," yet
he was always happy to take the money I made as a waitress and later, owner of my own restaurant.
He truly disgusted me!
Then, there was the notorious Christina Crawford and "Mommie Dearest!"  I'm still reeling from that book,
even though it was published over twenty years ago.  Christina Crawford PERMANENTLY besmirched my
glorious reputation and, unlike my plastic-covered furniture, I can't just wash the accusations away!
And now...I respond to the letters flooding in!
Dear Mildred,
I've been married for over 20 years to a great guy, but for the fifth time this week, I found him at my neighbor's house.  Her name is Gloria and she dresses like a tramp!  She parades around and flirts with him shamelessly....I work full-time, and I'm tired when I get home....what can I do?
Signed, Dejected in Dover

Dear Dejected,
I understand.  You're a working woman, but you don't want your husband on the loose.  Take my somewhat sordid advice, and get him one of those "Love Dolls."  He'll be satisfied, and you won't have to worry about Gloria.
Regards, Mildred Pierce

P.S.  I can personally vouch for those things.  Back when I was married to Bert Pierce, I got him a Love Doll - I wouldn't be where I am today, if I hadn't bought that doll, and made it available to Bert 24/7!
To all single mothers out there....you have my sympathies, and my condolences.
You have the most difficult job in the world, and the least appreciation.
I was at home for years and I was an excellent Mother.  My children were my life.
I have no regrets and no apologies.  Of course, I spoiled Veda completely,
but my intentions were good!  I just wanted the best for my kids. 

Is that so wrong?

Dear Mildred,
Ten years ago, I married the love of my life.  He was everything I wanted in a man.  Lately, I've been shocked
to find out that he is a cross-dresser!  I've caught him in my designer dresses and gowns, at least 15 times
lately, but he just won't give me any explanation or reason.  I'm outraged about all this - what can I do?
Signed, Sassy in Springfield

Dear Sassy,
I think you are just upset because he is getting to wear the designer duds before you do!  Get him his own
account and separate closets, and you should be good to go!
Regards,  Mildred Pierce