Homegrown on a sugar plantation in Hawaii and victimized by nine fellow siblings, Shellie Kitchen is a product of insanity. She bolted off the rock in hopes to get to New York City instead she was suckered into San Francisco by her sister, “Before moving to New York, you need to adapt to city living. Come to San Francisco, we live on the beach, it’s great!” Her only exposure to beach was the beautiful shores and crystal blue waters of the island of Oahu. Ocean Beach, on the other hand, seemed like Normandy during World War II.
Eighteen years later, like a mollusk on a rock, she has grown to love San Francisco. Although she never made the trek to reside in New York, she married a New Yorker and with marriage came special little rodent Hunter Styles.
She enjoys writing, nagging her husband, reading, long walks on the beach, shots of tequila till she pukes, cooking, driving her husband up the wall, laughing, girls night out, addicted to clothes and the sinful sort, and family.
For further witness to her lunacy check out <a rel="nofollow" href="http://kitchenville.blogspot.com">
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