Renovation Porn
Pookie and I watch a lot of home improvement shows. We call it “Renovation Porn.” Think about it. To paraphrase a certain dictionary definition, these programs demonstrate renovation for the … Continue reading
The Blogging Experience, Episode 3: Twists and Turns
The other day I started writing an essay about my obsession with crochet and it turned into a discourse on how, sometimes, love hurts. In writing this blog, things like … Continue reading
I Married a Very Saxy Man
In a previous post I mentioned how Pookie and I met; he and his dad were long-time members of a community jazz band when I joined as a singer. Pookie was playing … Continue reading
Pookie’s Pad Thai
I grew up in a beef-eating household. Charcoal grilled or oven broiled steak (always well done), chicken fried steak, pot roast, hamburgers, meat loaf, spaghetti with meat sauce…if it was … Continue reading
How to Spell Obsession: C-R-O-C-H-E-T
My blog tagline is “True Confessions and Crochet.” Clearly I’ve covered the true confessions part. And the crochet, you ask? Ay yi yi. Back in the winter months I was … Continue reading
Prepping and Apocalypse Fiction
I grew up in the Southern Baptist church. I was fed Genesis and Revelation with my breakfast cereal, so Armageddon and the Antichrist were normal topics of conversation. My point … Continue reading
Sing, Sing, Sing
I always knew I wanted to sing. So I sang. And sang and sang and sang. I drove my brother and sisters crazy with the singing. I got some medals … Continue reading
The Blogging Experience, Episode 2: When I Grow Up I Want To Be…
I’m 52 and still I struggle to finish that sentence. Once upon a time I wanted to sing for a living but I talked myself out of it. I attended … Continue reading
My Best Gay Boyfriend
Pookie is the love of my life and my best friend. We talk, we laugh, we cry, we cuddle, we argue, we make up. TDDUP, we say…’til death do us … Continue reading
Cooking Tiny
When it comes to cooking, scale has always been a problem for me. I recall a particular dinner party, back in the early days of Pookie+Michele. Six people, including us. … Continue reading
Nervous Knots 