My Name is Keri.
After 15 years in the heart of the city, I've moved back to my hometown with my picky-eater husband, my ever-growing son, and my impossibly fluffy dog.
I love coffee, liquid cheese, and my family. I am a culinary school drop out.
I love to cook, love spending time with my family and friends, and REALLY love combining those things together with a nice pitcher of cocktails to lubricate the recipes and the conversations.
(CW loss of pet) This is Potter. Throughout his 17 years, he had many nicknames, like all well-loved pets do. He was named after Mrs. Potter’s Lullaby (yes, the Counting Crows song,) NOT Harry Potter, which is what people would always assume. Only his grandpa (my dad) was allowed to call him “Hairy Potter,” and […]
I used to write. Constantly and continuously. Like breathing in and breathing out. I wrote. In journals and blogs and letters and cards – long essays and stories; short perfectly crafted emails; for pleasure, for introspection, for work. My life was filled with the beginnings of ideas jotted on scraps of paper or […]