“All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anyting
When you’ve got no one to tell them to…”
Lycrics from “The Story” by Brandi Carlile
I went out to lunch with my mom the other day and she told me the news of how she’ll be taking off three weeks from work in February to finish her book. HER BOOK! Someone wants to publish words from my mother onto pages that people will buy and read. She’s so cool and I’m so proud of her.
She asked me if I was still planning on going back to school (something I threaten to do every 6 months or so). I told her what most moms probably fear hearing, “No, I just want to figure out how to get paid to blog and take pictures.” Normally I would get “the mom look” but she just smiled and told me I was a good writer. “You write a lot like your grandma and I do.” I consider that to be a huge compliment.
My great-grandfather wrote poems. My great-grandmother wroter the story of her life with the help of my grandmother. My grandmother has lots of short stories I’ve never seen or read and my mother has dozens of stories she’s written that can be compared to what you might see in todays blogs.
Everyday I set out to write or take pictures and create something for this blog. My work is viewed by hundreds everyday. But most of their stories are tucked away in boxes and journals and have been seen by few. I’m grateful for this outlet to tell my stories and I hope I can convince my mom and grandma to let me share some of theirs.
PS Brandi Carlile’s voice is AMAZING and her lyrics are profound. You should check her out.
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