natchez trace walk, to live forever book

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Welcome to the new Accidental Cootchie Mama. The content will remain the same. For your reading pleasure, I’ve updated the About Andra page, and I’ve added Events and Contact pages.

Please note that e-mail addresses mentioned on all pages will NOT be active until Wednesday, February 5, 2014. And, give a big round of applause to Carnell for figuring out the mess that was my prior e-mail service.

Even though I’ve been sporadic around here, you’ve been on my mind, Dear Reader. My hand shriveled into a claw from writing letters to you, and I may have the licking-and-sticking disease that killed Susan, George Costanza’s fiance.

Please look for your letters to arrive in your mailboxes in the next 10 days. (And, if you haven’t already given me your mailing address, please send it to me at andra(at)positusonline(dot)com. Make me write more letters. Come on. Make me.)

Aside from screaming at my computer and writing letters, here’s what I’ve been doing:

natchez trace walk, to live forever book

A rest break at Mount Pleasant Waterfront Park during a 15-mile walk.

natchez trace walk, to live forever book

A pause during a 10-mile walk on the West Ashley Greenway.

natchez trace walk, to live forever book

A fifteen mile walk in the rain.

natchez trace walk, to live forever book

A brief pause at Patriot’s PointΒ during a fifteen miler.

I don’t know how many miles I’ve logged, but my feet are ship-shape. Everything is working, even when it gets tired.

The worst part is the loneliness. It’s especially embarrassing to be caught talking to myself on a long stretch…..those people tend to turn and walk quickly in the other direction……..without looking back.

I’m equal parts exhilarated and petrified of what’s to come. Thank you for being there, Dear Reader.

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