The Accidental Cootchie Mama

When too much is just enough.

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Thank You For Clicking the Cootchie

Boredom. I started blogging because I was bored.

I remember laughing at the notion that more than fourteen people would ever read a single thing I wrote.

I was stunned that anyone chose to read my words.

I still am.

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To the Frustrated Blogger

Frustration. It's been in the air for a while now all over the Great Blogosphere. In private, I've felt it myself. But when some of my favorite writers started expressing their own agonies, I decided to write this post. I hope it will give you a massive confidence bump.

A Birthday Shag

I admit it. As humiliating as it is to confess, especially to a big ole audience like this one, I'll just put it out there. Today, I'm forty-three years old. Middle-aged. A little saggier and...Read more

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The Accidental Cootchie Mama

Okay. So. I think I can safely be called the Accidental Cootchie Mama.

We were invited to go out to dinner with Kristin Walker and her husband Randy. Because Kristin is very involved in the biking...Read more

May 21

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You Say I Took the Name in Vain

Death is in the room as one is coming to life. Always. For a few painful seconds, things could go either way.

Take my Mamaw. Willa Mae Wells.

She was born up a Kentucky holler in the nineteen-teens. No doctor present. No hospital to be found. No exceptional medical measures available.

Only miracles.

May 20

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What Are You Reading?

I find myself in a Reading Funk, trolling through my "To Read" list on Goodreads, wondering how any of the books got there in the first place. I just thumbed through the NY Times Book Review, reading the paid advertisements disguised as reviews, and nothing grabbed me there, either.

May 20

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Chasing My Tale

The truth. When is it pleasant? Fun to hear? Especially from the One Who Knows You Like No Other.

"You've not been writing, Andra."

WTF?????????

I show up here. Every dang day. With something.......amazing. Okay, mostly middling.

But still.

May 19

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Ode to the Hair Down There

I have a confession to make. I'm a hairy person. This dreadful situation was particularly upsetting for me as a junior high school girl. Because I was (and still am) white as a sheet, hair really stood out on me, especially my natural chocolate brown color back then. Paper white legs plus inch-long blackish hairs equalled SCARY BOY REPELLANT.

May 18