The Accidental Cootchie Mama

You Say I Took the Name in Vain

Andra Watkins — Tue, 21 May 2013 08:00:24 +0000

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.

What Are You Reading?

Andra Watkins — Mon, 20 May 2013 17:13:26 +0000

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.

Chasing My Tale

Andra Watkins — Mon, 20 May 2013 08:00:50 +0000

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.

Ode to the Hair Down There

Andra Watkins — Sun, 19 May 2013 08:04:04 +0000

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.

Maxim Um Sex Appeal

Andra Watkins — Sat, 18 May 2013 08:00:00 +0000

When MTM has a REALLY CRAPPY DAY, we have an established routine. 1. Make reservations for a preposterous dinner outing. 2. Go out for night caps at our favorite watering hole. 3. Talk about inane, stupid, ridiculous things to keep from rehashing the REALLY CRAPPY DAY. Our number three for Friday? Answering this question: WHO IS THE SEXIEST MAN/WOMAN ALIVE RIGHT NOW?

Knickers Nero or Nudo?

Andra Watkins — Fri, 17 May 2013 08:00:52 +0000

"Andra, I don't know how this happened......" The last time MTM said that, he snuggled up to me in bed. Offered to give me a massage. Brought me an adult beverage as a nightcap. What resulted was this post........

Not My Ding a Ling

Andra Watkins — Thu, 16 May 2013 08:00:25 +0000

Like I said yesterday, I like having guy friends. I learn so much about the underbelly of life from them. Images my poor, innocent brain didn't need to have seared on it. Take the penis.

Tie Me Up

Andra Watkins — Wed, 15 May 2013 08:00:33 +0000

I've always had male friends. I like that men are blunt and inappropriate. They're direct. I never have to wonder what they really mean. Take my friend Carnell. He's a regular commenter here, and lucky for me, I get to see him often in real life. Like yesterday. "Now Andra, why did you have to go and wear that shirt to lunch?"

Who’s Against Getting Busy?

Andra Watkins — Tue, 14 May 2013 08:00:15 +0000

I don't wander as much as I used to. Our new 'hood is not urban. Some of the streets don't even have sidewalks. I am forced to potter next to speeding cars on a four-lane highway to get anywhere. Unpleasant. Dangerous, perhaps.

Turn Your Kitchen into a Still. Make Strawberry Liqueur.

Andra Watkins — Mon, 13 May 2013 08:00:25 +0000

One of the my most popular all-time posts has nothing to do with my Cootchie. *Shock* Back in 2010, I wrote a recipe for making blackberry liqueur at home. You can find it by clicking here. It's become one of my most-read entries, even making a short list of how-to recipes on About.com. This year, MTM and I decided to try a new twist in our hooch factory, I mean, kitchen. Strawberries are available in much of the United States right now. How better to commemorate their little red lives than by drowning them in Everclear, swirling them with simple syrup, and fermenting them for a few months? Summer, fall or winter, we'll have a tasty bit of spring to sip and hiccup, I mean, savor.