It was bound to happen. I just love, love, love to write with pen in hand, transforming plain, white-bread thoughts into steaming hot gobbets of delicious, fresh-outta-the-oven, home-baked, drool-inducing wordage onto crispy sheets of paper. However, am recently informed that I’m too young to be “old school” and way too generous to keep my thoughts all to myself… so without further ado, I invite you to partake in my equally substantial, totally nutritious, calorie-laden, cyber-generated blog: Well Seasoned Woman.
p.s. Despite agonizing over witty, pithy, timely, and/or seemingly meaningful names, Well Seasoned Woman, herein referred to as WSW, is my attempt to be charitable, self-deprecating, and painfully honest. uh huh.
Bon Apetite, enjoy!