Hey, thanks for coming by! Weeks (months??) ago I asked my girl Annah Brown to help me build a website that I could put words on. She goes above and beyond on absolutely everything, so of course she snapped her magical little fingers and this popped out. It was so fancy, so lovely, like a perfect leather-bound notebook. I was terrified.
A couple of you have sent me really great articles recently on blogging and on writing and they all say a similar thing “you need to determine your angle/focus/purpose and go from there”.
I’m terrified and I don’t exactly have a “thing” (yet). I do have a lot of words though. Most of them are kind of silly or at least not really insightful and life changing. If you are looking for either of those things, there are literally thousands of blogs and books out there for that. I’d be glad to give you a whole list of places to start!
My hope is that this blog can be an extension of my little house on a dirt road. I want that place to be where people feel safe coming, where they know they are going to get to laugh and to eat and to put their feet up on the couch and chill. I want that to be a place where people know they can get a hug and tell a secret that will stay right there in those walls. I want them to not feel weak or shamed if they need to cry a little bit or swear a couple times or say something that I might not particularly agree with. What I would really love, is to have you come over and sit out on the back porch with me and listen to the quiet of trees and the hay growing on the “back 8.5”. We’ll watch the chickens peck the ground and holler at them when they try to hop up on the porch and hang with us. For the days that you can’t do that, due to distance or time or the fact that we don’t actually know each other (yet) take a little turn-off onto a dirt road of the interweb and let’s visit.
*these lovely birds aren’t actually allowed on the back porch anymore on account of them constantly doing what birds do all over said back porch. secretly, I kind of miss these days. not secretly, I don’t miss swabbing the poop deck every other day.