Hey Y’all!

I’ll keep this short and sweet. You have stumbled onto yet another blog on the Internet. You’ve found yet another would be, wanna be, trying to be writer¬† who hopes someone somewhere finds her opinionated ramblings interesting enough to continually read and ideally share. Maybe, just maybe, after she’s paid her dues (not too many of course) she might wake up a real writer.

And since my husband has gone out of his way to help me get the thing started already (complete with a shiny new computer!), I figured I’d better at least give it the good ol’ college try.

But what’s a writer without a shtick? I have one of those too. Mine is all about getting real. You’ve heard that before, right? So have I, but this is not that in your face, improper, undignified, imitation realness that strips away the beauty and humanity in every day living.

I think we can talk about real life, in all its messiness and difficulty and still see the joy and beauty. Not the caricature of beauty presented through a facade of fake perfection, and not the pretense of the so-called beautiful mess. None of us is perfect, messes aren’t beautiful, and we need to stop telling people that they are.

No, I’m referring to that sweet spot where all the stuff collides and we, by simply doing the best we can with a good attitude and an honest effort, present a glimpse of the joy and beauty of life that was breathed into every human being when Our Father created us.

That’s what I’m aiming for, the goal as it were. That I’m doing it while trying to be a better writer is just icing on the cake.

Kick your feet up and make yourself at home. Hospitality after all, is one of those things that makes life beautiful.


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