I live a very ordinary life in a somewhat extraordinary place, but for the most part I’m a regular old mother, daughter, wife, and friend. I’m an Alaskan transplant, but I still have very deep Nebraskan roots. I’m also a sibling, granddaughter, aunt, and niece. A student and teacher, librarian and reader. Nothing terribly profound. So why this blog?
For the most part, I write for my children, so they can someday look back upon their childhoods through their mother’s lens. To document their milestones, because a person’s own stories are always profound.
But I also write for myself. Writing has always been my way to vent, brainstorm, cope, celebrate, and share. It’s time spent doing something I love, and this blog has become my personal playground, scrapbook, diary, and reluctant stage.
It’s where I come to mull over the regular events of our family’s life, in the hopes that I can occasionally rearrange the ordinary into something profound.