ABOUT

ABOUT | STUBBORN LIVING

In my 30s and my laugh lines curve like parentheses around my lips. I have a semi-permanent scowl line between my brown eyes because, I guess, I am perplexed by most things, or because I have refused to wear sunglasses for most of my life because of my Wohlford nose. Everyone my age these days gets botox. Growing old is a privilege; I think I’ll just lean into it.

I hated coffee until I was 26. And then I hated it again at 27. I don’t know why I was pretending plain iced tea wasn’t the source of my activation. It’s in my DNA, hardwired at birth, right about the same time they ingrained how to play Rook and the best place to catch the Santa Train.

My childhood home is a place stereotyped by the rest of the nation for overwhelming poverty, hillbilly slang, and trashy drug addicts on the draw. The fecal matter of America and the slop of progressive ideas.

Somewhere in the middle of all these unfortunate, misguided notions, are another people, MY people, and this description does not match what I see, even without my rose-colored glasses.

My Southwest Virginia has a pulse. It breathes genuine interaction, hugs hard work, holds hands with tradition, and lets out a long sigh of resourcefulness.

Created to simply want to document the things I enjoy - stories, ideas, projects, culture, people, and life in general - It’s all really just for me.