Please help me welcome Author Becky Pourchot to my blog today!
Author Bio:
Becky Pourchot is the author of four books, including the popular YA paranormal Hungry Ghost series.
Becky started her journey into the paranormal as a journalist, touring haunted buildings, but has found that the ghosts in her imagination are much more fun than waiting around for the real ones to show up.
Though she calls Madison, Wisconsin home, Becky has spent her last year and a half enjoying the sand and surf in Flagler Beach, Florida, where she now lives with her husband, three kids, and a grouchy parrot named Zoey.
Becky M. Pourchot is the author of two semiautobiographical humor books and the Hungry Ghost
Series, a collection of paranormal books for young adults. She lives in Flagler Beach, Florida with
her husband, fourteen year old son, and six year old twins and completely blames her demanding
writing career for the state of her messy home.
GIVEAWAY:
There is only one way to win Confess your Worst Mommy Moment via comment.
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Open to USA Only unless International Winner is willing to pay shipping.
Prize:
Becky M. Pourchot and Penelope Anne Bartotto.
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About the Book:
After eating Toaster Strudels for dinner, the house smelled of dirty diapers, and an infestation of moths
descended on the kitchen like a team of unfed sumo wrestlers. She did what she could, but in her
mind it was never enough. Rather than crumple under the unreachable demands of her new life
Pourchot began a blog, confessing all of her hilarious shortcomings to Martha Stewart the “Great
Goddess of Domesticity.”
The result became Forgive Me Martha an outrageously funny collection of short stories and poems
full of honesty, humor, and humility, sending hope to those of us who fall short of being perfect.
Links to Book:
Amazon http://www.amazon.com/ForgiveMeMarthaebook/dp/B00CGA0TXK/ref=sr_1_3?
ie=UTF8&qid=1366654417&sr=83&keywords=becky+m+pourchot
Here's my review of the book:
Forgive Me Martha is a quick, easy and fun read. So many of
the anecdotes in there I could relate to. Others were described so well I could
see them in my head. For something that started out as therapy, (Who knew
Therapists really could have useful ideas), turned into something amusing and
helpful to reflect upon as well as a release for the writer.
How many times do you get obsessed with an iconic figure?
Which ones? Well, the Author of this book is obsessed with Martha Stewart and
makes no bones about it. In her feeble yet funny attempts at doing things and
the hilarious results make for masterful reading. How many times as I read
along did I shake my head in accordance with the story, completely being
dragged back to the time that happened to me? Obsessing over neighbors,
potlucks, crafts, kids, etc. So many relatable stories that made me laugh out
loud.
The Author was one, though she really did have a problem at
first, turned her situation from a downer to a joyous event. Writing down her
mishaps were therapeutic yet provided the levity needed to put things into
prospective. I really enjoyed reading this book of short anecdotes. It made me
feel enlightened to know I was not the only one with these issues and yet
humored at them at the same time. Thanks for being able to laugh at yourself
and bringing those around you that read it to laugh as well. Solid A+ from me!-Jodie
Here
is your poetry spotlight from Becky M. Pourchot:
Super
Plus Sized Crafts
I let my children play
with (clean) tampons yesterday.
They love unwrapping the crunchy cover,
ejecting the soft center, and tossing them around,
playing like kittens with an albino mouse.
I realized that applicators are finger size—
perfect for puppets.
We drew faces on them,
put them on our fingers,
and talked in squeaky voices.
Oh Heavily Queen of Good Decorum
I know what I did was wrong.
I promise I will no longer
encourage my children to use
feminine hygiene products
for their creative endeavors.
They love unwrapping the crunchy cover,
ejecting the soft center, and tossing them around,
playing like kittens with an albino mouse.
I realized that applicators are finger size—
perfect for puppets.
We drew faces on them,
put them on our fingers,
and talked in squeaky voices.
Oh Heavily Queen of Good Decorum
I know what I did was wrong.
I promise I will no longer
encourage my children to use
feminine hygiene products
for their creative endeavors.
Another
Meal Destined for the Trash
I had
all the ingredients
for a spectacular meal:bourbon chicken with roasted root vegetables.
I was so proud of my plans
I updated my status on Facebook—
“I am making bourbon chicken with roasted root vegetables.”
“Yum!” they all responded.
“Can we come over?” they typed.
I marinated and peeled
chopped and roasted.
Then when I pulled it from the oven,
I could see something was wrong:
the vegetables were black
and the chicken was green,
with a taste reminiscent
of Robitussen Cough and Cold
That night on Facebook I lied,
“My dinner was lovely,”
and I posted a photo of bourbon chicken
pulled from a Food Channel recipe page.
Author's Links:
www.ForgiveMeMartha.com
Please thank Becky for joining us today. Please check out her websites and buy a book!
Keep Writing!
Jodie Pierce
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