I don’t know who blogs or reads blogs anymore. It used to be a real thing in my life back in the day. That ole blogspot was a steady reg and was honestly an incredibly healthy and cathartic outlet. Looking back at it, it really was/is just a little journal for myself that I’m glad I held to—such good memories Maizie will perhaps look at one day. I hope so. I’ve linked it here on this website because I am still so in love with it as a forum. But it is a old thing I’m going to leave there, and switch to writing consistently here: this new venture. This new year (kinda). This new me kinda thing.

Speaking of my tiny tornado with dinosaur teeth, she is almost 19 months old. Time sure is fleeting, as they say. It keeps us honest. I am 42 and most days I feel it, what with a tractor loving, T-Rex of a girl running full-blast from sun-up to sundown. Seriously. I never knew anyone could love tractors more than Maizie. She just lives for them. Every night before I go to bed, I line them up, along with her horses, so that when she rounds the corner it is like Christmas morn every morn. Such delight, hand clapping, which one to drive first.

So, I feel like I should ask, how are you doing out there? I’d love to hear from each of you. I miss my people. I miss community. Living in the middle of nowhere has its perks. But it is truly easy to get lonely.

So, how am I? Fair-to-middling is a response I was given from old school southerner recently, and it is an apt one. That seems to undercurrent of now, if not just plain out nose above the waterline. Or as Uncle Jim Harrison put it in Yesenin: scarcely a wobbling pivot.

Social media has made grand proclamations and declarations the thing of the moment. And entitlement (yuck). Really just wanted to say, I’m back! Onwards.